I have a heart
Blue as sapphire
But not nearly as resilient as the gemstone
It's fragile
And I want to keep it neatly tucked away
Hidden in my antique jewelry box
But how can I love,
If I don't wear my heart around my neck?
How can I feel,
If my heart is not with me?
It's fragile
And scratched up
It's been handed down to me
From my grandmother
To me
How she kept
This fragile blue heart
So pristine
So safe
I do not know
I wish to love
Like she loved me
But I don't want
To damage my fragile blue heart
I don't want
Anyone to stomp out the shine
Of my fragile blue heart
I wish it was resilient like the gemstone, sapphire
But it's not
And if I want to love
Whether people
Or places
Or mundane things
That bring a smile to my face
I must wear my heart
Proudly around my neck
I might tuck it away at times
But I won't hide it far away
I'll keep my
Fragile blue heart
With me all the time
Because what's life
Without loving?
What's life
Without letting your heart
Be scratched and bruised?
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
