Going through the days as normal
I felt nothing in my apathy,
Naught could fill the emptiness
That had so eaten at my flesh
Through all the grievances.
The hollowness kept me going,
The numbness my anesthetic,
And through those lonely days
I struggled silent in my follies
Of day-to-day survival.
I pushed away, I fought,
But still I was pulled softly close
For a sharp shot of warmth
To strike through all the vacant
Depths, a star surfacing
To reveal something with a twinkle.
There, I saw the bleeding heart
I thought had been left behind
Right before me in all its rips
Still beating if only faintly.
The heart that did not exist
Pulsed gently in its fragility,
And then it dawned on me;
You could show it to me because-
I had left my heart in your hands.
Author notes
I know its not exactly a place, so I understand if I am kicked. But the person I love is a place to me, and wherever they are is wherever I want to be, they are my happy place.
A contest entry
- I Left My Heart In ________ by poet2angels.
700 points, ended November 23, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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This is a beautiful expression of your "happy place!"
and you are correct, it doesnt have to be a place...
Beautiful and touching poem!
Ty for entering!
Lynda
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