Wishful Thinking

I am placing the past

behind my back

like a soft pillow

to lean on only for comfort

Then, if the present

doesn’t get ripped open

in a frenzy, as I give way

 maybe the future will

hold me gently

in it’s innovative arms

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Threats To Inherent Attributes

My heart is big

but not big enough

to hide the hurt behind

when you forget me

or speak words unkind

My heart is strong

but not strong enough

to lift the pain away

when you ignore me

or hold me at bay

My heart is full of love

but not full enough

sadness still finds a space

when I rest my eyes

on your empty face

You and They

You give

they take

you thrive

You hold tight

they let go

you fall

You stay

they fly

you are lost

They wander

you search

though not for them

They return

 you journey on

they become still

Your eyes close

you see through

they see you

Handless Heart

No hands doth a heart have

How then can it hold love

 carry burdens heavy

or touch another’s

This vessel which feels

 passion, pain, love

 without end of depth

hath no need of these

nor limbs of any sort

for it holds, carries,

touches, feels in ways

hands could never

unless they turn to ash

 Damaged or broken

 still it beats on

physically whole

the shattering silent

to ears and eyes

while longing

for hands

to hold it