At the beginning of a marriage,
the heart is a cherished reservoir bursting at its seams.
Filled with love, respect and passion for another person to satisfy a lifetime.
One can not imagine an echo bouncing off its walls..
Then somehow along the way, drained by neglect, conflict and the simple passage of time
gazing down into the heart’s depths reveals nothing but a shallow pool not fit for even dipping a toe.
Attempts have been made to resupply the basin; date nights, love letters, meaningful conversations into the night.
All offering a temporary rising toward the brim and thirst quenching.
And yet, to what level must the heart be reloaded to sustain a life-long commitment?
The tippy top?
Along the midline?
Anything above bone dry?
Searching down into the cistern, one calls out hello
I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.Emilie Autumn
The post was written in response to a one word prompt on Word Of The Day Challenge.