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The Allegory of my Broken Heart

November 29, 2008

Two mountains exist and I stand still to this mountain I am in.  Keeping my feet on the ground and not minding the other mountain that exists.  For this mountain I am in makes me feel at home, keeps me sane all the time, keeps my mind focused, helps me dream and it lets my personality shine.

Now this dear companion I have found a third mountain somewhere…

He asked for freedom so that he could see and explore the third mountain…  I was so shocked at the abrubt decision and I felt instantly sad.  I anticipated loneliness ahead, for I have no choice but to let him go.

Now wounded am I as I tried to walk the rocky mountain alone now.  Always stumbling because I no longer have him to catch me everytime I fall.  It hurts so much and I’ve got wounds to heal, but his happiness is really important to me.

He found happines in the third mountain and told me to move on.

With no other choice I found other options to forget the things that make me lonely.  I thought it might be nice to move on and try to see the second mountain for myself.  The only way to go to the other mountain was to walk along a sturdy rope that connects both mountain’s top-ends.

I tried to walk alone but my wounds were so deep that I sought help from him… “Please, help me move on to the other mountain and guide or assist me in walking throught this rope.”  

Instead of giving me a helping hand, he pushed me out (while he’s holding now the hands of another) all the way down at the foot of the first mountain…

Now badly wounded already, how am I able to “climb” now to this new mountain where I want to be?  So I asked help from him again, but he just ignored me and even stepped down on me… many, many times.

Now that all my strength is gone… All of my wounds unhealed and openly bleeding…  Unhealed as it is, it attracts some infection… Rotting at the bottom of the mountain where my life began.  How can I even stand up so that I could walk to the new mountain?

So I lied down to the ground and wept… For I know, I will be stuck here at where I am until my wound fully heals… and at the rate that I’m going… I think that I … am… almost… dying…

 

 

 

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