Examining her heart,
it reminded her of a condemned building.
Taking a good look,
she saw boards on all of the windows
and yellow police tape across the padlocked doors.
Sitting with her abandoned heart,
she wondered what it would take to fill it again.
If someone approached her with the right key,
would she allow him access
or just change the locks?
Taking a step back,
she noticed that her poor, empty heart
had affected the rest of her self as well.
What had once been a warm and vibrant body
was now cold and desolate.
Even if she allowed another to tear down the tape,
unlock the doors,
and take down the boards over the windows of her heart,
would it be enough?
Would his touch be gentle enough to coax heat back into her cold limbs?
Would his love be enough to fill the emptiness that was inside of her?
Could it bring her self back to life?
Kira @ http://kirawoodsbury.com/
my heart is an empty house
locked and forgotten
© 2013 Kira Woodsbury, all rights reserved
As I read this, I wondered: if someone were to have the key to her “abandoned heart”, would she accept it. As I was writing this, I also had a comment in the back of my mind that Skye had made while we were talking about another poem I had written: “Caress Of Steel”.
Skye @ http://thesanctuaryofmyheart.com/ wrote:
“If, with understanding and love, you touched the flesh of one that has been hurt and hardened, her loving heart would begin to warm and soften, and her steely edge would surely melt away.”
I really liked this and wanted to use it in someway, so the last few lines was influenced by it.