My Heart Taking Charge – Redemption Day

Part III – My Heart Taking Charge – Redemption Day

Arms outstretched

I mumbled

He stumbled

And collapsed into me

No words

At least none I heard

Only tears

His and mine

But this time

They were real

I felt the knife loosen

The pain of betrayal

It just slipped away

I began to wonder

Was the why worth the how

To get to the now

We stood there

Two men

Friends since birth

Brothers by choice

The realization

Wheel of time turning

What I have lost

Can never be regained

So confused, so bewildered

Emotions running rampant

Uncertainty…

Uncertainty…

Reaching the point of overload

AND THAT’S OK BY ME !!!

What ???

My brain screeching

Shouting

Who is talking?

IT’S OK

Much calmer

On the inside

My heart taking charge

My brain deferring

Whatever happens

No more worrying

Words suddenly lost

Instead, a smile

More heart coming through

A giggle and then another

Erupting into laughter

My tears streaming

All over beaming

His head tilted

Watching me

Staring at me

Certainly, ready to bolt

Back and forth

Almost there…

Almost…

And then he broke

His smile genuine

Growing

He rolled his eyes

Just a bit

Escaping laughter

Couldn’t help it

Chuckle and again

Tears dry

Full on belly laughter

We were kids again

Slapping backs

Playing games

And we walked together

Memory Lane

Remember when

We said a thousand times

And as the sun came to rise

He stopped

Looked me in the eyes

Thank you, brother

For never giving up on me

I deserve worse

But I’m blessed with better

Author’s Note

My Heart Taking Charge – Redemption Day is the third part in a three part series of poems by R.J. Schwartz

Part 1 is called The Junkie and The Knife of Betrayal

Part 2 is called The Betrayer Has Returned

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I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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