The Shadow Box
Locked inside a viewing case
My heart is on display
For everyone to see the bruises
And see all the many abuses
A broken can convey
A passerby would probably notice
A few parts still in tact
Hardly recognized amongst the tattered
Pieces that have been shattered
From the fury of my past
People used to say
Look how beautiful and strong
It's so consistent in its beating
Never thinking it would be leading
Down a path that could be wrong
You wouldn't know that now
It's frozen in its case
Hardly moving, barely there
But if you took the time to stare
You would see something not taken at face
Still amongst the weary
Heart that once was strong
A small beat can be seen
And it has a certain gleam
That has been there all along
Copyright © Megan Mccallon | Year Posted 2006
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