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The Heart Starves

The phrase came to me like a silent epiphany...Like an arrow piercing my flesh & reaching my heart like a bull's eye.

 

From the moment we enter this world, our hearts thrive on love. Screeching infants instantly silenced by the warm embrace & nuzzling caress of their human makers, their parents.

 

A child's first crush & the rush of holding hands. Chasing young love on the playground, but somehow it always gets away.

 

A favorite toy lost. A dropped ice cream cone. Being the last one picked for the team.

Our first kiss, first date.. Getting dumped by our first love.

 

We find love, get married, but maybe they're not "the one". Do you stay or call it quits?

 

Or maybe we hold out for "the one", single, alone. Love teases your heart like an *** with a carrot.

You go through the motions, too many times until you believe you have lost the vision of real love, true love.

You find your life's passion, your major, your mentor, you the prodigy.

 

In your mind you hear the warning: "There's a fine line between ambition & obsession."

 

Through all the stages of life, regardless of our social class, background, history or current circumstances, our heart prods us..

Beckons us to strive for our dreams, pursue our desires, reach our goals & aspirations, proclaim our love .. but that dream, desire, goal, love is always just beyond our reach, at our fingertips but never truly acquired.

 

Like the chef who slaves over his feast to make it perfect & basking in it's delicious aroma & savoring the taste test to serve it up for others to enjoy, longing to sit down and indulge, but alas! there's not a morsel left for him to partake - it's all gone.

 

Our heart starves.

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Written by
sweetcindy
American
Published
Aug 30, 2014
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This is still a work in progress.. some thoughts flooded into my head.. I've yet to find a rhythm or style that I envision this in & still battling with the verbiage.

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