A constant struggle between the two,
a brain leading forward and a heart  falling.
Monetarily a consensus, a still among the storm -
shortened in its life.
The brain wins again.

She stumbles away,
each step slower as doubt creeps up.
The heart a tortoise in the race,
slowly it catches up.
She turns, flaters -
a wrong decision or the weakness of the heart?

Cold darkness fills the night,
a deep void her only company.
The angel and demon argue -
will she obey her heart and fall again?

She lies awake, the hours dwindle,
watching the sky as it lightens the room.
The constant tick, each tock a reminder of memories together.
A longing to return sets in deep,
the logic is drowning but -
still fighting, she falls asleep.

© Heather R Ellis
February 2012

2

Up and down,

sky and dirt –

the journey does but leap.

 

From one to another I have but gone –

my stories are but untold.

Tears shed, skins changed,

a new adventure does begin.

 

Voices rise with each flaming cheek;

eyes leak as one will fall.

Strong against the human need,

I am but a weakling to their touch –

a gentle breath and I do but fall.

 

Again the confusion follows me,

their true love is not enough.

A decision must be made:

life alone, strong and true or

as a half and weak again?

 

I doubt my motives –

Can they be true? Sincere?

If I stay I worry it will be a lie –

the need for a companion and nothing more.

Confusion unfolds, temperatures rise.

Melding the bond, they try hard –

oblivious to my stolen snips again.

 

Perhaps one will appear,

whisk my breath and steal my life.

I do but deny this though –

to give over my half is to great a risk.

For now, I won’t give in.

 

I am my own,

alone and true.

 

            © Heather R Ellis

January 2012

Nothing but an agreement –

an unsigned contract of mutual need.

Governed by a trickster,

signed by morons.

The human need of acceptance,

of companionship.

 

Outspoken claims against it,

cries of pain,

signs of our unified weakness.

 

Boldly holding two together –

a bond stronger than blood, sometimes.

Trouble in disguise, an allusion of paradise.

 

Many fall, some prevail –

adapting as humans do.

Evolution in the making.

Chemistry interwoven into DNA –

nothing but a chemical reaction.

 

Stories told, rumours heard, images shown –

there ain’t no place to hide.

Deep within us lies a craving,

some kill for it, others run.

There is no place for the shades of grey.

 

A decision made, the new chapter begins.

Flowers strewn upon the ground,

a puddle of ifs and buts.

 

Exposing us all eventually –

our shells revealed to all.

 

The great power triumphs again.

 

© Heather R Ellis

January 2012

2

All the others are together, only I remain.
Then I see you- and everything changes.
I’m bound to you by despair and hope,
I’m caged by magic, Fate’s cruel joke:
I can see but never touch.

Others discover my hidden truth,
Shake their heads with pity, their eyes mocking my attempts.
Why can’t they see that I’ve no choice-
To break my heart trying is easier than to do nothing.
My life is not mine to control:

Destiny is the captain of my ship,
The course was set when first I saw you.
His orders are clear to all-
Harsh, unjust, non-negotiable-
I can see but never touch.

The Sea shifts, Fate’s lover is near.
She softens, hope arises, this could be the day,
She caresses Destiny; he too is turning a blind eye,
Time torpedoes me to you, heart beating,
so close, I can feel your breath…..

Bang!

Wickedly the lovers laugh.
Arms embraced, as one, they mercilessly taunt me
Always will I be their hostage, they snigger
Gleefully reinstating my boundaries:
My life is not mine to control.

You wander past, barely a glance at my broken heart
Slowly I am giving up the fight.
Why fight when there is no chance of hope?
Puppet, that’s my name in the show presented by Destiny and Fate.
Come one and all to this circus that is me.

© Heather R Ellis
January 2009