Flayre F

FORSAKEN HEARTS

In a museum with echoing halls and mysterious passer byers, quiet is the loudest sound in silence. I sit solemnly by myself as people walk past me without a second thought. I rest in the section under “forsaken hearts”. As people crowd around exhibits with glass and golden hearts my exhibit remains lonesome. “Love me, pick my heart” some exhibits say. “Forever do us part” Says another. Some say, “Boys only” or “same love.” or “Only to borrow for a night” says one more, but mine, mine stays blank. I look up as someone walks towards my exhibit. I hold out my heart for him to look at, unable to look him in the eyes to shield myself from the inescapable embarrassment. He looks down at the shattered pieces of what used to be a heart, but is now only a reminder of the painful past. He looks at me with pity in the glisten of his eye, but continues down the hall leaving me by myself once again. As others hold one another’s hearts I hold my own for what seems like an eternity. As I hold myself a figure walks up to me. She has deep brown eyes, freckled caramel skin and a certain perplexing swagger to her. Dark chocolate hair that curls at the ends and a purple birthmark filling her left eye. She approaches me, and with closed eyes and an absence of hope, I hold out my heart of shards. She whispers, “open your eyes little flame and the world will be a new place” As she finishes her sentence I open my eyes, and to surprise, I feel warmth. Suddenly the silence dissipates and life fills the halls. Radiant color fills my whole being and when I look down at the pieces they are together. Not exactly perfect, but a beautiful imperfection. As my heart is now one she holds her hands out. Looking down at my heart I hand it to her...she holds it gently, but...as her hands fiddle with it she starts to juggle it in her palms...even tossing it. As I see cracks start to creep through my heart I reach to take it back. Instantaneously, color fades to a world of black and white and a winter chill inches up my spine. I look down to see my full heart now a pile of soot and ash. Stillness and silence over take the room and without a word like the rest she swiftly leaves me to hold myself and my forsaken heart. The world is now a new place.

I just want to do a little shout out. I will always be warm because my friends, family, but especially my Mother, Father, and even the freckled caramel skinned girl have been there for me through everything and I owe almost everything to them. Mom and Dad I love you with all my heart and thank you for being my rocks, my hope, and my heart.