Home » Poems » Marilene Evans » My Heart

My Heart

MY HEART
 
          Oh, this heart of mine beats a thousand times
             and been broken and mended many times.
         It was covered with curtains in different shades.
        The hues representing pain, sorrows, anger, fear,
       doubts, hope, love, forgiveness, joy, expectations.
     
          Purple for the pain and aches for the struggles,
       hardships, trials and losses, personal and financial. 
       Gray for the sorrows from separations, temporary
    with hope of reconnecting and permanent, like death.

          Red for anger, the times when I felt I could not
       take anything anymore and just wanted to scream
         and thought of fleeing somewhere to start over
           and be free, incognito, away from everybody.

    Black for depression and doubts, the time of darkness
     when everything was collapsing right before my eyes,
     when I felt numb and nothing could ease the pain and
       the overwhelming melancholy that I had doubts and
       questioned how unfair life was, just like how Mother
    Teresa had doubts why there were so many poor people
        suffering unlike others, who had too much excess.

        Blue for sadness when my hopes and expectations
             were in vain and my efforts were to no avail.
         Green for hope of making it through, overcoming
          the hurdles, the detours, the cross roads of life.

        Pink for love, the continuous unselfish love I give
        and the love I receive and the love all around me.
         Gold for forgiveness for people with heart of gold
       forgive and let go of the differences, strife for peace.

          Yellow for joy, happiness I feel when I’m with my
        loved ones and when we create memories together.
           Orange when my expectations are realized and
        everything turns rosy and bright, like the sunshine.

           White for my Constant Companion, who guides
         and leads me the way and at the same time being
             alongside me, being with me and for me that 
            the curtains of my heart shredded one by one.

       I’m keeping the white curtain of my heart and adding
           a silver lining for this diminutive heart of mine is
           asking my Constant Companion with expectation
         that love finds me someday, somewhere, somehow.     


12/21/20   Curtains of My Heart Poetry     Chantelle Anne Cooke

heartpersonafree verse

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.