Poetic Justice

A mirror by your heart

If you were to place a mirror by your
Heart,
What would you see?
If you were to look at a glance,
And truly see who you are,

Would you see a heart in need of
Rescuing,
Or perhaps a heart as hard as stone,
As cold as ice?
Would you see something fragile,
Only hanging by a few loose strings,
To be held in place?
Or would you see a strong heart,
That can conquer,
That can overcome anything and
Everything that comes in its way.

If you were to put a mirror by your
Heart,
Would you suddenly know who you
Are,
Would you know your purpose?

Or would you be more confused than
You started off,
Would you ache to feel,
To understand what it means.
To wish to find your key,
But to have the frustration of it being
Lost?

Would you smile with yourself?
Pleased to be,
Happy in the you that you are,
And not care who thinks less,
Or who thinks more.

Or would you bite your lip in Anguish?
Realizing a terrible fate.
Realizing that you can't
Climb over the walls that you have Built yourself,
So how can you expect someone else To?

Would you try to change it perhaps?
To fit the outstanding image,
Of beauty acceptable by itself?
To fit, like the rest of the world does,
To alter it,
Into their befitting image?

Perhaps it wouldn't take so much Effort,
To place a mirror by your heart.
Perhaps all it needs,
Is a swift movement to the side of
Your sleeve.
Your easy bearing heart,
That trusts all that it hears,
Without even your utmost consent.
You would try to tug your heart on
Your sleeve,
Back into your chest,
But fail with utmost despair.

Perhaps you wouldn't be able to
Place a mirror by your heart,
Because perhaps it was stolen from
You.
Perhaps it lies in the delicate hands
Of another,
Who does nothing but toy with it,
But you are soon to come to that
Discerning realization.

Maybe you don't have only one heart,
To closely examine,
Maybe you have two,
The one of your own,
And the one of your beloved.
Such bliss this brings to your
Unfaltering hearts.

Perhaps your heart is broken,
It could be broken in two,
Or into a million different splintered
Pieces.
Do you try to fix it,
To mend it with the little hope that
You have left?
Or do you leave it that way,
And carry around the pieces,
Not realizing that the more you try
To ignore it,
The more it breaks?

But the saddest reflection of all,
Is no reflection at all.
Is seeing an empty heart,
With no walls to overcome,
No key to put into it's keyhole,
No broken pieces that need to be
Mended.
No alterations that need to be done,
Because how can you alter something, That is not even there?

Perhaps you scoff at this poem,
Thinking to yourself that a heart
Needs no mirror to reflect what
It is,
After all,
A heart is only a heart,
An organ,
That pumps blood,
Through your veins,
To keep you alive.

~n.s