The Beauty Of My Heart

The Beauty Of My Heart long poem

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An icy hand controlled my heart
And kept it weak and lame
Preventing it from beating strong
With cords of guilt and shame
Each day its poison filtered round
Encouraging decay
To suppurate potential sores
That leaked a grim dismay
Its power grew with passing years
Inertia overcame
My many frail attempts to fight
When outcomes stayed the same
And so in twilight I lived on
In partial life engaging
With shallow breath I edged through days
The inner battle raging
But then, the truth, so long concealed
The hand was mine to move!
Its grip was an illusion
I was trapped in evil’s groove
The chains I thought unbreakable
Were wrought of smoke and mist
Their clenching was my gut’s response
When I with grief was kissed
In truth, I nursed and stoked their fires
Instead of patiently
Awaiting good to be revealed
As love surrounded me
The battle for my happiness
Is one I rose to fight
I recognise its power now
And struggle for the light
Because I failed to understand
Deception at the start
I almost sacrificed to Pain
The beauty of my heart

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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Aloke
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Deceptively simple but powerful. A great poem.

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