Incendiary Device
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Been going on a long and arduous journey
One filled with introspection and perspective
Looking to understand past missteps
to avoid repeating them over and over again
No longer filled up with earth shattering rage
That could knock down walls and cause major chaos
Ready for a new life game to commence
Realized that certain detours meant to happen
A rather twisted twist of fate come to think of it
An oddly cynical universe shaking up the pattern
Uncertain as to who's design for this to happen
Went along with it due to not having much of a choice
Accepted the last few turnabouts as just that
No use rehashing through the stale bird eaten bread outside
Exposed to elements and Mother Nature's raining rages
Rather resigned to the latest curveball and what came with it
Once anxiety was dialed back several notches
Started off the week on a rather edgy tone
Full of jagged points that could cut upon contact
Afraid to be touched and angered when no one does so
The ultimate contradiction at the end of the day
Longing for connection and no clue how to find it
Made past attempts to administer to others
Listening to Leonard Cohen songs on repeat
Thinking that "Everybody Knows" was a mantra
For those been defeated by others and circumstance
Made the decisions to use these formerly cruel lessons
To an advantage on what to watch for next time
Hard to understand why some can't trust others
After being torn apart one too many times
Experience tended to reform the heart into a different organ
Consisting of calloused laden corners and stitched together
Repaired by either a skillful surgeon or a backroom MD
Depending on which one was working in the end
Found it rather humorous of what remained when dust settled
A sense of detachment stayed behind
After the heartache turned to ashes and the love withered away
Simply went beyond the emotions of the past
Tried to make an effort to care about the memories
To no avail in reality; just a mirage of feigning interest
Ended the week with the fire having burnt out
Making nice and brief replies to the occasional text message
No longer cared about their best laid, or pie in the sky, plans
Feigned support when realizing that nothing will happen
Interest vanished into the ether along with the fires of yesteryear
Done with pretending about stuff that held no interest
Ready to start a new chapter and close the old one for good.