My Heart
Everybody observes the naked universe
But never ask if it's polite to do so
Just like the door to my chest has been opened
Revealing my naked heart to the world
Some people look with disgust
Some people look with pity
But most refuse to look at all
So I may as well be a mannequin
A slightly more complex mannequin
With feelings like paper mache
I'm slightly more reasonable than a drunk
Ever so slightly though I'm afraid
When a door closes a door opens
A chance to take a chance in chance
A chance to dance among the stars
A chance to be something wonderful
Like when two imbalanced souls meet
Their hearts may finally rejoice
For a man is not a man unless a man is a man
But a man is not a man if within he cannot find himself
I could peer into the mirror and see something sinister
And aghast I might take a mallet to the mirror
But honestly parading my insecurities like fashion
Was probably a bad play from the beginning
I found myself before the wall, the wall
Where I ripped my heart from my chest
And there it was nailed for the world to behold
Making a martyr of my own feelings
When the world faded from my fingertips
Like blood from an open wound
The sky outside faded to a very deep black
And I could no longer see my reality
But see that wall was an empty wall
Humanity goes out, inhumanity was bred
I may have been such a foolish youth
But deep inside I knew a truth
I thought I had forgotten how to feel
When in truth I was afraid to feel
When I nailed my heart to the wall
That was when I became a mannequin
And only when I take back my heart
Will I ever become a man again
To find my heart is to find yours
Before a blushing naked universe
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2021
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