“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
My heart is attached to my body
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
My heart is attached to my body
I wish it were not
I wish I could separate. I wish I could breathe. I wish I felt differently - solid and not wishy washy
It would be different if I were sure and not caught
My heart is attached and I cannot run free
I can not disengage from my soul
Perhaps this is how it is really supposed to be
Supposed this is how it feels to be whole
For so long my heart was not attached to my body - it belonged to the bitterness of experience
Today is not that day
How does one move to the glorious from the nefarious?
From the land of play or pay?
My heart is now attached to my body and the directive is to open my heart
What will you do when lay down my arms?
When you see in my eyes that I am struggling against my soul
Or will you try to run over me with your charms?
Is it possible for me to jump off the beaten path
That I have been following for my entire life?
May I make a trade for love in exchange for my wrath?
Take and orchid for my knife?
Will you protect my heart in my moment of weakness
If just for a moment I let my walls come down?
If I choose truth and rest
Is it possible that you will stick around?
