I am Sisyphus, you are my stone
I think I have you and you roll off and leave me alone.
My back is broken, my shoulders they ache
but up this mountain another step I gladly take.
The human heart is an amazing thing, not the physical but the emotional. The emotional heart keeps on beating though it shatters into a thousand pieces. The emotional heart is regenerative. We can give a piece of our heart away and though it may be tattered and bruised by someone, even thrown away, it will grow back. It may even be stronger than before.
There is a saying that time heals all wounds. That may be true and I think it is. I think it applies differently to the heart. I think with the heart the scar is there and we never forget what caused the scar and we may be apprehensive to love again. But I have found that what applie
If I call a bird a stone
Will it fall to earth?
If I call my smile a frown
Does it still show my mirth?
If I deny the stirrings of my heart
it will not be still
for even the thought of your voice
Makes my longings
grow ever more real.