My head and My heart

 My heart is obsessed with the calling of things. It hears all that I cannot and demands I do something about it. It’s not a fun place to be. Deaf to the cry of my heart or maybe just unable to understand it’s plea. My head can’t seem to keep pace with my heart. Always running far ahead begging us to catch up.

I’m out of breath. And there’s nowhere to stop and ruthlessly rip it back into my lungs. All I can do is keep going, hoping my gloriously hopeful heart will slow up and let me rest. My heart just keeps running full tilt up the mountain, knowing there is something incompressibloely beautiful at the top and simply can’t wait to get there. 


And my head is lagging behind, lacking the same enthusiasm. My head is full of sad rocks that it has yet to learn to put down. Slowly trudging up behind us, held down by crippling logic. Saying there isn’t anything at the top only snow and wind. 


My head and my heart are always arguing. Refusing to communicate but steadfast in their belief that they alone are right. They can’t seem to find a balance. And here I stand in the middle, waiting for them to yield. Waiting, hoping one of these days they’ll realize it’s me who’s supposed to be in charge. 


But my head isn’t always wrong. My head keeps me grounded, tethered to this earth. Keeps me rooted in truth while my heart runs circles around us in exuberant joy and simultaneous panic. It’s chaos and my own special breed. I don’t know what I’d do without it. 


Because yes its chaos, and yes it’s more than hard, but it’s who I am and who I was made to be. I’ll get there one day, to the top of the mountain, to the balance I so greatly lack, to the peace I stray off the path to find. I’ll get there, one day. 

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