Poetry: Heart

Heart was radiant
It glowed
It beat
The blood poured through
Everything was good
It buzzed and murmured in happiness

When the veins didn't try hard enough to reach the heart,
It sucked them in anyways.
When the arteries were slow it pumped hard enough for it to not matter.
When the blood was thick with iron
It did not matter.
When the blood was thin with water
It did not matter.
Atrium, ventricle, aorta all worked together.

And so it was happy.

But this kind of happiness is false.
This delusion of a community fell apart.
For picking others' slack for so long,
heart grew weary.
Heart was tired.
Heart eventually slacked.

But the veins tried no harder,
So they were not sucked in.
The arteries pumped no faster and so the blood slowed.
When the blood was thick with iron,
It did not move.
When the blood was thin with water,
It mixed incorrectly with heightened speed.
Atrium, ventricle, aorta all struggling alone.

And so it was unhappy.

After seeing the truth,
heart could no longer lie.
The joy was gone with the innocence.
Sorrow replaced happiness.
Anger replaced sorrow.
Failure replaced anger.
Heart was dying.
And nothing had changed.

Heart decided to leave.
And so she did.
It was hard, letting go of old attachments.
Trying to reason with herself for reasons to stay.
But in her mind, she knew the truth.
Poisonous environments are meant to be left behind.
And this was one.

So she left.
And she's broken still.
But one day
If she's lucky
And willing
And patient
And beautiful
And kind,
Heart will be fixed by those who deserve her.
If she's willing to accept them.