Guilty

.. like an insane man in a strait jacket my heart was bound up. It had sworn allegiance and obedience, the fastening strap of my jacket was made with ‘the document’ . I had sworn an oath and there was no letting off. ‘Still’, I was told to stay and ‘still’ I stood. My once robust and rotund heart was fast drying up and shrivelled. I was promised nurture and nourishment in the document, yet I was allowed to shrivel up. “Breathe and live” I was told, yet there was no space, no air, no nourishment or blood.

Unaware to me, my heart picked up the aroma of nourishment and without hesitation or consultation it went into a self preservation mode. My dying and starving heart, through the gaps in the strap of the strait jacket stretched out its valves, its arteries in search of its blood . As the drop of blood hit its arteries , it came alive, started rocking, slowly initially but then picked up pace within the jacket. With each rocking movement, one by one the fastening strap of the jacket broke off until the heart stood free.

“How dare you break free?” They shouted. You have sinned!

To live I must breathe, to breathe I must be free and nourished. The heart must rock and to rock it must love and be loved. In a strait jacket there is no love and therefore no rocking.

Yes, I am guilty, I broke free, I found love, I rock!