Please Just Stop My Heart
It is when the pain becomes so unbearable,
when the hope is gone,
when even waiting and having faith,
seem to be a ludicrous option.
When the knowledge of what is real and fantasy
do blur themselves,
so that there is no edge,
it just runs open for miles into the country,
where no one might ever find it again.
There is a comfort in understanding the country life,
it is a sweet simplicity,
not meant to be ignored,
only certainty allows its existence
to become a natural course of one’s life,
their hope and dreams,
the uncanny ability to know peace.
There would also seem to be a purpose,
a reason to live,
because there are no obstacles,
when we can walk freely in the wood,
to drift into the sheltered brush of the country,
a place where nature begins,
and let’s everyone return.