Happens to the heart

Is it true that we've grown too good 

Concealing our truth, 

We see ourselves flailing in obliviousness

Of tangling everlasting pains.

As those ancient heroic outlaws,

Spent their lives in blood and brawls

To forget the wounds they once felt

From the roots pulled out that will sore.

For all wisdom ones could have

All the treasure that hidden under

Never know I haven't ever

Listened what happens to the heart!

 

Dallas, 1.27.22

The Liking Gap in Conversations: Do People Like Us More Than We Think? - Erica J. Boothby, Gus Cooney, Gillian M. Sandstrom, Margaret S. Clark, 2018 (sagepub.com) 

A sweet moment of torment

 ...sometimes, I'm terrified of Life.

I shut the blinds

hide in a pile of blankets,

think if there were no light

the world would stop

and I will find peace.

In the smothering of darkness

I feel safe and resting

but I know that the spin's still going

and I'm just delaying the judgment.

Eventually, I realize that I am awake

When the night is deep

and heavy around

There is no light

or other people.

Just a quiet crow's sliding through the thick
blackness of the night

Right there, when the world stands still

I had my small, sweet moment of torment

I faced myself.