~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Vortex

The heart fell.
The heart fell off the door this morning.
This morning, the wooden heart fell off the door into the hallway.
She found the wooden heart on the floor.
She did not know it had been covering the hole.
The heart on the floor is not covering the hole in the door anymore.
The hole in the door is a vortex of generational trauma.
The vortex in the door cannot be disguised by a wooden heart anymore.
The hole was made with sheer force accumulated and deregulated, before she was created.
From before she was created, noone closed the vortex.
They do not live there anymore and do not have to face that door.
How does she now constantly pass that door, holding the heart she picked up off the hallway floor, without letting the vortex consume them: her and her own heart?
It is time to replace that door. That is her choice.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski