That I could wind
When it feels slow
Leaden
Heavy
Return it to a swifter
More joyful rhythm
Oh, that my heart was a balloon
That I could fill with helium
When it is sinking
Low
Deflated
Return it to fullness
More joyful flight
Oh that my heart was a lantern
With a bulb I could change
When it burns out
Dark
Cold
Return to it some brightness
Let it shine
Oh, that I did not have this heart
This heart of stone
Cracked
Damaged
Hard
Grey
Stone
Ireally liked the poem. lifes struggles have a way of kicking us sometimes, the scars and dents and bruises means we are living. did you draw that picture. it is very good. Take care!
ReplyDeleteah but without your hurt what would make you, you?...when the heart is sad, it means loss and this when we learn and grow the most...
ReplyDeletemuch love
Mizz Cinner, thanks - I didn't draw the picture...alas, I can barely draw a stick figure! I wish I knew where it came from so I could give proper credit...
ReplyDeleteMizz Satcey, welcome and thanks...and I agree, we learn and grow in this rich ground...