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"Heart Of Stone" Digiograph Print

Eric Buechel
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Heart of Stone

By Eric Buechel

In shadows deep where whispers dwell,

A heart of stone, a silent shell.

No warmth of love, no tender sigh,

Just echoes of a long-lost cry.

In the labyrinthine corridors of despair, where the faintest glimmers of hope are obscured by the heavy cloak of sorrow, shadows stretch and twist like the tendrils of a forgotten dream. Here, in this twilight realm, whispers linger, carrying the weight of unspoken truths and the burdens of untold stories. Each murmur is a reminder of what once was, a fragile thread connecting the past to the present, yet so easily frayed by the passage of time. The air is thick with the scent of lost possibilities, and the silence is punctuated only by the soft rustle of memories that flit like moths around a dim flame, drawn to the warmth they can no longer feel.

At the center of this desolate landscape lies a heart, cold and unyielding, encased in a shell that reflects the harsh realities of life. It beats with a rhythm that is both steady and relentless, yet devoid of the warmth that love should bring. Instead, it resonates with the echoes of despair, a cacophony of memories that haunt its very core. The heart of stone stands as a testament to resilience, yet it is also a prison, isolating its keeper from the joys of connection and the solace of companionship. Each beat is a reminder of what has been lost, a metronome marking the passage of time without the sweet cadence of laughter or the gentle touch of another’s hand. In its unyielding state, this heart shields itself from the pain of vulnerability, yet in doing so, it also denies itself the beauty of love’s embrace.

In this stark existence, the warmth of love is a distant memory, an elusive phantom that dances just out of reach. The tender sighs that once filled the air with sweetness have long since faded, replaced by a chilling silence that envelops the soul. It is a silence that speaks volumes, a poignant reminder of the affection that has slipped away, leaving behind an emptiness that echoes in the quiet moments of solitude. The absence of affection creates a void that stretches endlessly, where laughter once rang and shared dreams were nurtured. Each day unfolds in a monotonous rhythm, a reminder of the vibrant colors of connection that have dulled into shades of gray. In this emotional wasteland, even the simplest gestures of kindness feel foreign and unattainable, as if they belong to a world that has long since forgotten the heart’s capacity to love.

Amidst the shadows, the echoes of a long-lost cry reverberate, haunting the very atmosphere with their poignant resonance. This cry is not merely a sound; it is the embodiment of longing, a deep-seated yearning for what has been irrevocably lost. It carries with it the weight of dreams unfulfilled and hopes dashed against the jagged rocks of reality. Each echo serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit, and the profound impact that love—or the absence of it—can have on one's existence. These echoes weave through the fabric of time, a spectral presence that refuses to be silenced, reminding the heart that while it may be encased in stone, the capacity to feel and to grieve remains. They are the whispers of the past, urging the heart to remember, to acknowledge the pain, and perhaps, to seek a way back to the light.

Thus, in this realm of shadows and silence, the heart of stone remains, a solitary figure navigating the complexities of emotion and memory. It stands as a stark reminder of the duality of life—the capacity for both love and loss, joy and sorrow. In the depths of despair, where whispers dwell and echoes linger, the journey of the heart continues, seeking the light that may yet pierce through the darkness, offering hope for renewal and the possibility of healing. As the heart grapples with its own desolation, it may one day discover that even the hardest stone can crack, allowing the first rays of warmth to seep through, igniting a flicker of hope that could lead to the rekindling of love and connection. In this ongoing battle between shadow and light, the heart learns that while the past may cast long shadows, the future still holds the promise of dawn.

Ezekiel 36:26