Because a fragile heart can only take so much. It pulses with undeniable need until the edges begin to leak, like tears from a newborn’s eyes. No one even knows why? They only try to soothe it. To dull the pain.
They offer it drinks,upon drinks- vodka, straight. They cover it with gifts-silk dresses. They offer it compliments- so pretty. They give it medicine- relaxers. Tell it to sleep- more pills. Feed it lies- don’t worry. Give it chills.
Yet, she convinced herself it wouldn’t happen. Not this time, evolution-the real deal. Even as the mortar started cracking, she closed her eyes and laughed, whispered…Peace Be Still.