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My Heart

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10-05-2009 at 09:13:35 PM

My Heart

I opened the doors to you
Wider than for anyone before
You filled me with love, tenderness and faith
Like a well stocked 7-11 of emotional needs
Intimacy: Aisle 2
Security: Aisle 5

After taking all you needed you disappeared
Looking for other places to fill your needs
Long before I was ready to close up shop
I still gave my feelings away
In hopes of luring you back
Giving until all that remained was cobwebs and dust

Feeling unwanted and rejected I shut the doors to my heart
Now more cautious in allowing the next patron access.

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10-16-2009 at 07:21:28 AM

Re: My Heart

Wow--i get and feel this!..interestingly put!

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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