Musings of a mildly-distraught teenager

Dark corners of an abused heart, part 1.

What kind of care can a little heart hope to achieve in a massive world that hesitates to cast even a soft glance upon a malnourished child?

Why is the nature of this world so ambiguous?

Every heart these days seems to be afflicted with some kind of pain these days, that it keeps locked up inside so defiantly. And yet, and yet, it is those very hearts that cause the others around it pain. Knowing..knowing full well the catastrophic results, they insist on continuing a cycle..a chain, of hurt and pain.

As life goes on, the condition of the heart becomes such that if you were to gaze upon it in all of its manifested being, you would see something akin to an old man or woman that can't walk without crutches.

The old man or woman represents the worn and torn condition of the small yet powerful organ, and the crutches are its coping mechanisms, its support, what it presses its heavy weight upon so that it doesn't fall over and shatter into pieces, so that its bones don't become engraved into the earth below.

As life goes on and on, its strange..yet somehow ironic; poetic even, that the heart which supplies blood to the entire body itself in the end becomes dependant on small support systems that amalgamate into an overall oxygen mask - just enough to keep it alive and breathing, but barely anything more.

At times, this special organ receives an electric shock, something that brings it to life and awakens it, allowing it to rip off the oxygen mask and breath the freshest air it has in years. And then, after a time, the heart comes into contact with the cruelty of its own kind that was talked about above, except that this time it takes more than just a mere oxygen mask to keep it alive and breathing. And, despite...despite all efforts, it's not enough to stem the pain; nothing is, in reality. And..

Is stemming such a pain what the heart even wants?

Perhaps, but far from in the way that what could be conceivably possible. And yet..the heart relies on the only source of relief it has, the ultimate and original source of relief - the Creator.

The heart returns to the Only One Who can(and does when asked) provide it solace, even if it is for the briefest of moments. And such is His mercy and love and compassion, that He pours down His peace and blessings like water pouring down a waterfall. All the heart need do is ask, ask, ask...