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March 22, 2010

     Heartache is difficult to see at first. She’s a tiny wisp of a thing, fragile as a new born. She’ll perch lightly on the kitchen windowsill while you’re busy peeling carrots or washing the dishes. You’ll look up to see her peering inside with wistful eyes and mascara smudges. She wears her flaming red hair in an asymmetrical cut and her dress is always on backwards. She clutches a suitcase full of old love letters to her breast. If you hold her up to your ear, you’ll hear a continuous loop of  Lionel Ritchie’s “Easy Like Sunday Morning” or Guns ‘N Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine.”
     It’s not unusual for Heartache to be invited inside when there’s nothing good on television. She loves chocolate and buttered popcorn. If you sit with Heartache long enough, she’ll teach you how to build a fortress from scraps of pain. Then, she’ll laugh heartily when the two of you burn it down and go out dancing in bright red lipstick and tight skirts. Heartache likes to lift weights. She’s incredibly strong considering her diminutive stature. She moves the furniture herself when she wants to rearrange a room, and she wields a weedwacker like a professional. Musicians are always writing songs about her. 
     Heartache has been in a love affair with Hope for decades. She loves him but wishes he’d write and call more often. When they’re together, Hope and Heartache hold on to each other for dear life. They jump into spring cleaning in the middle of winter and read travel magazines out loud to each other in bed. Heartache curls up in a ball on the bathroom floor and sobs soundlessly when Hope disappoints her.  She doesn’t want Innocence to hear.
     Heartache is best friends with Despair and Creativity but she never has them over for dinner together. When Creativity stops by, Heartache makes sure to have plenty of paper, glue and scissors. She tells Time to take a hike, and helps Creativity with her assorted unfinished projects. Despair has no interest in such activities. She would rather lie in Heartache’s arms and howl. Despair would let Heartache hold her forever. However, Heartache keeps a busy schedule. After tucking Despair into bed and kissing her on the cheek, she leaves as quickly as she arrived.
     Heartache doesn’t worry any more about the future. She knows she can survive anything. She leads group therapy sessions several times a week.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. March 22, 2010 1:07 am

    Amazing and wonderful. I adore what you’re doing.


  2. Kreggolo le Riggolo permalink
    March 22, 2010 3:40 am

    I like the imagery, and I can imagine it all. I love the “dress on backwards” thing.


  3. July 18, 2012 6:52 am

    I love this very much.


  4. August 13, 2012 9:58 pm

    This is really beautiful!


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