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The Heart That Breaks is the Heart That Knows, poetry by @naquoya.

Day 11 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge

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The Heart That Breaks is the Heart That Knows

There is a vulnerability that lies at the heart of us all.
At the central point of knowing where one's life is in balance,
where one's hopes and dreams lay stored.
Sometimes packed away for safe keeping, and sometimes unpacked and let loose,
allowed to roam free through highways and byways and narrowing lanes.
Into crevices and cracks where even light fears to dwell.
Into empty vessels and overturned longings, our vulnerabilities left exposed.
Our heart lies open, awaiting that knock, watching the door.

The heart that has broken is the heart that knows.
It's been hidden in memories, but what's hidden is stored.
Awaiting its time to resurface, to paint its picture anew.
To splash the colours of memories onto canvases laid bare.
And what light will join us here, as the picture emerges and comes into view?
Will light help us see, or will we break once again?
Trodden on by remembrances of a scarred victory.

A broken heart knows, so much so it won't tell.
A dream will confuse us, or beguile us with its views.
A chanced happenstance, not understood for its unknown import.
A moment of glee – synchronicity dripping into view.
This came from somewhere to remind us once more.
The heart has stood here many times before.
And where a groove of remembrance is laid down with each break,
it remembers each upswing,
as well as each long suffered day.

It knows that its been here, and it knows what's in store.
To be vulnerable is to be open, and with it comes more.
But does one lock up the shutters, the windows, the door?
The heart that's been broken knows that won't stop it being broken yet again.
This is not about love, hope, or fleeting joy.
This is something so much deeper.
To know pain is to remember once again that one is human,
and to be human is to feel for,
to seek out,
to expose oneself to the unencumbered soul.
But what else would you do, stop?
To stop is to die.
And the heart that dies knows nothing of pain,
of life,
of being human in every way.

It is the heart that has broken that knows what it knows.
It knows it is vulnerable and will always be so.
For how else can one truly live?

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Reading Notes: This poetry is new and written exclusively for the 100 Day Poetry Challenge, which is explained in more detail here and here.

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