Initial Conditions

prompt response - flawed

i cannot bear
the thought of you
on heaven's darkest day
when wishful i, the harpist
strum discordant melodie';
and lucky few who come to rest
but do not hear me sing,
they freedom find
from love's demise -
the heart's unraveling

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It can be liberating, even enlightening, to respond to a prompt. What if heaven isn't all happiness? How do we reconcile betrayal? Is it truly better to have loved and lost? Imagine a flaw in your foundation and how it might affect how you see and treat others.