The Voyage of an Open Heart By Christian Mack
- Venture Literary Magazine
- Oct 24, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: 4 days ago
The heart finds itself afloat again, in a tiny boat made up of everyone it’s
ever loved, in an ocean of everything it’s ever experienced.
Every time is different of course, when the heart sets out for sail after each mourning;
a glow of renewal becomes the compass for navigation, the
boundless world lying ahead, and the heart is eager to experience all
that it has to offer; the expanse of what could be, just as daunting as it is
intoxicating.
The heart often finds itself looking back on its journey,
reminded of the myriad of whereabouts that have guided it to where it is
proud to be today, like the time spent swaddled in the azurine
sweatpants too large to wear untied, under the teal blanket that held a
grimacing velvetine stroke, that held the heart enveloped in the warmth
of another, looking at the bronzed sun-shaped placard placed above the
number one on the center stile of the first door leading down the winding
sequence of the trail atop the bluff, or housed within the trackpads of
callused fingertips weaving together a ballad on the hollowed jazz guitar
so electrifying that the hearts breath was found caught, beat after beat,
every single fifty-one crushing seconds so tender, butterflies beating
their wings so hard and so fast in the orange glow of the sacral center,
that the heart grew nauseated, and weary of a time past.
The heart does this sometimes, grow weary that is, grappling with the ache of
leaving a piece of itself behind in exchange for a new piece to fit into the
tiny boat, but regardless of how vast the sea is, unflinching in its
churning ferocity, in the deafening silence of a pin drop calm, tides
reaching their crest to the moon and trough to the bed of the sea, the
heart pours out of itself with exalted joy, reminded of the venom that
closing itself carries, and with each beat of itself, a surge of thirsting
vitality propels the sail of the tiny boat made up of everyone it’s ever
loved, in an ocean of everything it’s ever experienced.
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