In vinculis etiam audax

Those days where your heart is pained beyond belief. 

Those days where the scars seem too deep to heal.

Those days when you're so overwhelmed with anger and resentment you lash out at anyone.

You know,

Those days where your guard is up so high--

not even your own senses can climb up over it. 

Those days where all you want to do is sit at the foot of that mountain

cause you fell down it last time.

Those days where the altar seems un-kneelable cause you haven't been in so long.

Those days when you yell and respond to yourself through echos.

Those days when you can't leave your apartment cause you have no where to go.

Those days when everything you know is changing.

Those days that define the rest of your life. 

Those days.

Those are the days I wish I could put my heart on display. 

I'd set it in a glass box and let the world interview it.

I'd let it share its scars and breaks. 

I'd advise it to untape and unbandage every wound so the world could see what a real heart looks like.

I'd let it cry to the people who've hurt it the most.

I'd let them know how much they stole my mind.

I'd tell them how much it killed me to know that their love could grow so cold 

so fast.

I'd replay every word I've ever said to assure them that I was on their side. 

I'd flash pictures of the years I had spent waiting on them,

Hoping they'd look my way, hoping that I could gain their trust--

their hearts. 

Id give them every piece of me all over again

just.to.have.peace.

And Id put a name to every pain, 

so they could see the damage they've left on a real human.

A real heart.

On display.

But only on those days.