Wonders of the Heart I want to know the contents of my heart. I want to understand the wonders of it that keep me always guessing and never knowing where it will take me next. But more and rather I want to know the contents of your heart that keeps me wondering and guessing asking myself where will you take me next. But do you realize that i hang, suspended above the world, by a very thread of hope hanging from your heart. I fear you releasing me of that hope and of you sending me hurtling to earth below. I fear the falling and waiting for the pain. Yet all my heart allows for me is to hold on to that hope as it is the last once of hope in existence. My heart sends me dazed and confused to places i dare not travel, not for fear of where the path may end but of the path itself. I know at the end of my course is full of th wonderful that life is made of but it is the course itself that suppress me into fear. The danger of the path keeps me from traveling it and remaining in my state of confusion. The clarity in your eyes, the comfort of your voice, and the invitation of your laugh ask me to travel the path but in fear i stand questioning the content of my heart.
