The Heart of Hercules

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch

The Mag #133 with awesome Tess.

"There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury."

~Alexander Smith

My heart is a collector

 of many burdensome heirlooms

 too heavy to truly hold

each loss is like a boulder

every hurt is asphalt

that could cover a boulevard

and scrape a thousand knees

I carry them all mightily

with the strength of hercules

the burdens of a thousand grievances

weigh down like titanic in the sea

and all the ghosts of abandoned longings

are still waiting to be freed

for all the force one endures

 to hold them internally

is frail compared to the might

it takes to give them liberty.

Also linking with lovely Emily at Imperfect Prose