The Air I Breathed in That Morning

An Arrow

AN ARROW

I took my love from the hole in my heart and presented it in front of me.

Then I sprinkled my hatred and disgust and distrust all over this entity.

I brought out the memories which long ago I had tucked in the back of mind.

Then I tore them up in a rage that truly showed that I was blind.

I formed a pile from the shreds and collected all my tears.

The tears I painstakingly developed over a thousand years.

Then I mashed everything up into a wad of paper maché

And dumped this entire lump where I stood, on the quay.

From there, I stood up and looked across the sea

And what I saw was a large never-ending abyss of beauty.

And she echoed the voices of a thousand broken hearts

All misguided and depressed and viciously torn apart.

And I heard the faint echo of my voice amongst all the various sounds.

But I knew my life had a purpose and my story would be profound.

So I took the lump in my hands and I began to create and mold

And I silently watched as my idea began to unfold.

By applying enough pressure to the pulp like substance,

I created the shaft with which I looked at with much significance.

Then from my throat, I brought forth that loathsome large lump.

And with a blow so loud it made Eurymedon jump,

I forged the arrow point firm and sharp.

I forged it to perfection with no reason for carp.

To join the arrow point to the shaft was an exasperating task

For it required me to remove my dull and deceitful mask.

And with shaky hands, I took my heart and searched frantically

For the remains of the glue which held my broken heart firmly.

And I scratched it off and used it to conjoin the arrow point and the shaft together.

From there, I proceeded to create the nock.

Fabricated from the key I used to lock

The diary where my heartbreak was documented.

The words that will forever be cemented.

And I attached the nock to the end of the shaft

And my arrow began to take form at last.

But when I glanced at it, I began to realize

That a miniscule detail had escaped my eyes.

So I took all the stupid love letters he wrote me

With all the stupid lies he told me

And cut them into a fletching

For my arrow.

And when my arrow was done, I positioned it on my bow

And aimed into the middle of the sea to show

That I didn't succumb to the appeals of eternal rest

And I stayed strong by doing my best.

When I released that arrow into the abyss for it to be left to molder,

I finally felt the weight lifted up off my shoulders.

And standing on the quay, I breathed in the fresh salt air

And listened to the silence

As freedom hugged me then and there.