A weight in my chest.
The very center of my torso
Above the stomach where butterflies take flight
Close to the sternum
Below that place where anxiety quietly grasps. Heart pounding, breaths heaving, muscles tightened in preparation for fight or flight.
The weight pulls me
Just a little bit lower
Body and………..a soul?
There is an ache that I cannot quite place
It feels a bit like sadness but also like a memory
Of something broken?
The ache is incessant
My eyes tear up while this jumble of feelings comes almost to the surface
Like an old heartbreak remembered late at night
A depthless sorrow
The source of which remains…
In quiet, dark, dusty spaces
In cracks in the wall or floor
The dark corner of a closet
I cannot face it nor can I escape it
I cannot identify it
Vanishing as soon as I glance it’s way
It is a curiosity of sorts
Even when I think it could consume me
Even when it seems the pain will eclipse the light
Is this who I am
In whole or in part
Me and my broken heart.