My Poetry Dump

Something There

Something in her chest beats faintly,

A memory that pinches her soul,

Convicting her of past mistakes,

Of something she mistook was not.

At first it was not hard for her

To yearn for memories not

Tainted by Death's bloody hands,

Guilty of all her strife.

She clung upon a hope

That one day she would find her friend,

However impossible for her

Because her friend was dead.

Although her hope was vainly

Clung, she was not alone,

A boy had sparked a hope in her

She didn't realize was there.

He held on to memories far gone,

He was one to go too fast but

He remained faithful to his cause,

As she would do the same.

As time passed, she realized

That things were not the same,

That hope clung too hard, too long,

Could fatigue anyone.

She grew weary of Life's disappointments,

And frustrated with failed plans,

Even in all her searching

To find what she wished would be like finding

A grain of sand in an ever-changing tide.

She resolved to giving up

To numb her emotions,

Bu the something never left,

Instead it beat harder in her chest.

And when hope seemed to arise again,

In fear, she rejected it,

Along with the boy who had started it;

She wanted only to protect herself.

She refused to stay vulnerable to her feelings

Like a lamb in a den of wolves,

But what she thought were wolves, waiting

To devour her soul,

Was really just her shepherd waiting to take her home.

The more she fought against it,

The less she wanted to feel,

It only left her empty and weaker than

She was before.

The never-ending something that beat

Harder as she went, was her heart, convicting

Her, not letting her rest,

Knowing that she'd never see the boy again.