The Ever Winding Road

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Man's biggest enemy is his heart, they told me, but I did not listen, for I believed that I did know better. Somehow, my heart has been my greatest companion.

My life, having been one climb of loneliness after another, a long road that has no start and no end, it has been my heart that has kept me sane.

It has poked me in the eye when I looked away and seared me with guilt when I tried to veer off the anointed path.

It has been my greatest source of comfort, its whip masking the pain that comes from inside, its voice scorching me more than the sun in the desert.


It has provided me with a pain that has blinded the pain in my foot from walking on thorns and standing on broken and jagged edges of the cliff.

If not for my heart then maybe I would have remembered the journey, but its yells were always above the songs of the birds, and the admonishes of the wild coyotes.

It has blinded my eyes from the rare flowers jutting against the sterility of my path and numbed my body from the rare breezes that blew every now and again.

I have walked a road that many have not dared, and when my friends faded off, I was left holding conversations with my conscience. a warped speaker whose every word seems laden with motive.

Even as I walk around in circles, I hold on to a hope that in the near future I shall be rescued from this beating song inside of me, that denies me sleep and fills my walking days with nightmares.

I am in constant prayer for a messiah that will see this suffering and run towards me, as this beating heart takes pride in the gallows lining my path, as it seeks to string me up like fruits on a tree.

Perchance I missed a step in my days, and maybe this is the penalty, to be led as a bull to the slaughter, an unfortunate victim fated to die.


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