The Broken Promise - Poem by Besa Dede
Why did the Heart beat so fast? I do not know! And ah! It seemed as if the world got ripped apart from those crazy thumping beats, that she exhaled. From the Heavens quickly burst the raindrops like tears, poisonous salty tears! Only Life did not seem so surprised, or afraid, or even shaken. She continued her endless journey, explaining to her creatures, that it happens like so in the long course of existence...
But an injured Heart doesn't understand and doesn't heal so easily, though! The blood that runs in her veins is poisoned by disappointment. And disappointment kills!
Ah, what will now this miserable Heart do, whose beats are so restless, as they are slowly moving towards their own annihilation, towards their own devastating end? Why does Love hurt and makes one feeling so wretched?
A whispering response came from the invisible wisdom of the wandering Wind: 'Because everything has a beginning, and every beginning has an end! '
While the Stars up in the ethereal heaven, slowly are extinguished one by one, and the ill looking Moon, fades away, alone, in the deep corners of the universe, the exhausted Heart lowers even more her beating rates. She is actually rather tired of waiting for so long. Those hopeful expectations, brought back nothing, just nothing out of the vast horizon. That waiting brought only sadness, pain, poisonous blood, and horrid shades that blackened in anguish the dawn of day. She could not fathom it. How could Love give wings of ecstasy to some, and break their souls in despair, to others? Anyway, she thought, it was not for her to decide on that matter, as she herself was now bleeding from pain and betrayal.
And as she lonesome meditates for the time that went away, for the dreams that she wove when she had Love, for the harmony born between earthly lovers, that she so much had herself coveted, the forlorn, gloomy Heart thinks that now is time to go. 'Not to worry', -she tells herself, -'this was your destiny. Some enjoy it, and some get lost in the great tides of life. Now everything has gone beyond your reach. Let others deal with it.'
Calmed down by the thought, that at least she had left a trace of her between the spirits of the mother-land, she slowly began to close its fragile valves. In doing so, she felt an immense melting joyfulness, which she had not experienced in years. Her self felt weightless as a feather, light as a white fluffy cloud that floats gracefully in the air.
'Let go', - she said to herself, and as cheerful as the laughter of a jovial child, slowly ascended towards the Heaven...
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