heart strings.

It seems that my strings are tangled. 

All of them.

Bewildered.

Distracted.

Mindlessly knotted around each other. 

Wrenching tighter and tighter,

Competing for the space to extend themselves.

A tin of worms.

So convoluted that there is no possible way of telling where one ends and another begins. 

Exhausted by the tangle, 

it appears impossible straighten them all out.

Who would know how many strings there are?

Or,

maybe it is just one very very long string?

With it's two ends hidden in the centre.

There are emotion strings.

And strings of ideas.

Runaway trains of thought.

Creative threads.

Aspiration strings.

Logical, rational strings. 

Strings of expectation.

Strings of dreaming.

Strings of love.

Heart strings.

All pulsing about one another. 

When external happenings are stable, 

the knot relaxes. 

And when not, 

the knot is tense.

Fragile.

Manipulated by the goblins,

who hide in the shadow of every mind. 

The experts of lightplay and shadow puppetry.

The mountains seem bigger, 

and the snarling louder.

All tasks unconquerable.

Even the dishes in the sink are an everest.

This knot,

Is tightest around the heart string.

It may be protection.

It may be sabotage.

But the strings of the heart, 

 are like silk.

Stronger than steel and beyond luminous.

With the integrity of the heart strings, I will find myself.

I shall bridge the abyss.

Between the place I am now,

and the place I wish so desperately to be.

Through all weather, they are the straightest strings of them all. 

Guiding through the vicissitudes,

of emotional weather.

Of creative persuits. 

Of balancing life.

Staying true though the tempest.

They are strength and certainty during times that are not.

Radiating true.

Catching beams of light, and bouncing them around the place.

Like a cat playing with a moth.

The heart strings are gleefully unaware of their brilliance,

bouncing into the eyes of the goblins. 

Incandescence making fools of them.