poor heart

This must be a lot deeper 

than I thought

what do I need to do

to go on from here

I hate that I can’t cry

though I can feel

a part of my heart tries

but nothing

trapped

muffled by pain

darkness encloses

around

encrusting

the life beating

hiding from the softness

of life

the joy, the laughter, the pain

it’s all covered now

too hurt to come out

anger protects

holds it beneath

its fierce embrace

will the poor heart ever see

the light of day again

or will it be consumed forever

in darkness

poor heart

don’t give up hope

that small light

will penetrate 

and one day consume you

to wholeness once again

meanwhile do try 

to cry

even just a tear 

at a time

knowing each salty 

drop will wash 

the crusted darkness 

surrounding

your soft beating 

life

then perhaps you will 

love again

a love vulnerable to pain

embracing each morsel

to grow greater 

than you were 

before

poor heart 

don’t be afraid

you’ve been exposed before

open yourself up

the air is painful 

only for a moment

but your wound 

will heal 

in the light of day

if not

you will be

consumed in darkness

never to hurt

and

never to live

again

poor heart