Can anyone find my heart and open it up?
It's guarded by memories, fears and miseries,
of a frightened little girl listening to arguing parents
in the next room while she struggles to sleep.
This heart wears armor day and night,
watching that no one gets too close
to its rhythm, it's beating so rapid or slow.
This heart once felt love.
It took a chance and gave,
but always with trepidation,
knowing the wind could change any day.
And it did.
It came as a north gale from hell,
knocking down soft words and motions,
laying flat joys, faith, hope and mercy.
So I drew the shutters,
Closed and locked the doors,
wrapped the heart in iron and steel
while shivering in a dark cellar corner.
Music was silenced.
Laughter turned to mourning.
Friends became enemies
and the heart turned to stone.
Can anyone open this heart again
To love and trust and soften a bit?
Can it be children, kitty cats or birds
in the air, or maybe the flowers
Spreading color everywhere?
Or will it be you as you see
the furrows on my face,
the tears escaping to my cheeks
from an armored imprisoned heart within?