Hardened Hearts & Love
Not all hearts are hard
They're just afraid of love
But those hearts the are hard
Can be restored with love
Love is a powerful thing
It can heal or it can wound
It depends how it's presented
If it hurts or if it soothes
Hearts are malleable objects
They're molded by circumstance
They take the shape of the space between
Each loving blow & painful lance
Warm moments leave bubbles
Where the heart swells wide with joy
Cold hours leave deep craters
That sink in from tissue destroyed
Where a soft heart has been injured
It's not filled with any air
This makes it difficult to breathe
It's rigid it's impaired
When love is applied to a hardened heart
It heats & smooths the shell
It allows the air to rise within
& restore the outward bell
A heart, which has loved
& then been torn apart
Will look upon this subject
& feel afraid to start
Yet, when we look with love
At those hearts turned into stone
We can melt & shape them over
'Til they know they're not alone
So look upon each heart
Shining love on every side
& do not fear to enter love
With your own heart open wide
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Random Bits of my Brain
PoetryA collection of my poetry over the last 15 years or so. I am more proud of some works than others, however, all of it is a part of who I am. Organized into categories rather than chronologically.
