Knuckles thought he had it all figured out—finally, the cure for a broken heart. It required a touch of anger, as he sealed his thoughts of her inside a box. He then imagined himself placing the box inside another, and secured it with a big rusty lock, in which he broke off an imaginary key.Each time he sensed memories of her surfacing; he would toss the box inside another—layer after layer—and seal them all, sometimes with a blowtorch.
When the boxes were not enough, he carried them to the ocean and threw them into the water. When the boxes floated, he sealed them inside a safe, broke the combination, and watched it sink to the ocean floor. Memories, like bubbles would rise to the surface, and Knuckles imagined himself adding more layers around his box of memories. Nothing can escape, insisted Knuckles; not until this pain is gone.
Then, in a moment of silence, an angel whispered, “Which is better to harbor within thy heart? Pain, or anger?"
7 comments:
An interesting piece. It is sometimes hard to deal with memories that one doesn't care to keep. Yet, sometimes dealing with our pain is what makes us who we are. I will add your blog to my blog list.
i hope its pain,.... as i lost my angry edge a long time ago.....
Yes... for me, the answer is pain.
What an interesting story.
HUm, I think I would pick pain. Trying to harness anger and channel it in a positive way is much harder.
did you make that up?
its really a work of art
As usual, you've just opened your heart and let whatever's in the flow out. It just hurts to know it's mostly pain. I love you, my friend.
u write well folk. nice blog
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