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