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Melanie
Poems
Feb 2014
Desire
Desire. The heart’s desire….
… is a funny thing.
We say we want things, but want isn’t enough.
To desire something is to crave it.
Crave it beyond all capacity.
And what’s worse than that craving is…
…knowing you can never have it.
You see, you can work as hard as you can,
and still never obtain your heart’s desire.
You don’t understand, do you?
How can you crave something so badly & never be able to reach it?
What’s even more frustrating is that others have reached their heart’s desire.
They’ve reached high up into the sky, plucked it and brought it back down to Earth with them.
But there you are. Alone. Empty-handed.
That voice in your head. That hole in your heart. That craving. It’s only going to get bigger.
But you’ll never satisfy it.
There’s no reason why.
There’s no making sense of this.
And with each passing day, your heart breaks a bit more because you can’t have the one thing you truly want.
Your head may know this but your heart doesn’t. And even though your mind may have given up on that desire, your heart never will.
The heart may shatter easily but it is not weak.
It perseveres.
Despite the mind telling it otherwise. Despite people telling it otherwise. Despite your own insecurities telling it otherwise.
Sure, your heart may break into a million and one pieces but that doesn’t make you broken.
And it doesn’t mean you should give up on your heart’s desire.
If and only if for the sole reason, that there is nothing in this world you want more.
Desire is a funny thing.
But maybe just maybe when you find it, it’s beautiful, extraordinary, miraculous, inexplicable magic.
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Melanie
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