I Found A Strange Thing

I just found the strangest thing

I wasn’t looking for it

You could say it creeped up on me

Beneath layers and years of dried out cares

A mushy spot welling with things I thought were long dead

Behind doors shut tight and locked without a key in sight

A thumping little thing that whimpered out a weak call

I stuck out cold hands to the strange thing

It didn’t belong here

You could say it thought otherwise

For in the wet unfriendly place it had been stuck

It had built a little more than a shed

Stoked a fire and finally found a spark to light it

The warmth I wasn’t expecting as the ice started to melt

I let this heart feel again

It seemed to be used to this

You could say it was waiting all this time for this

For at the sight of the little spark, it had sprung to life

Thought itself ready to thump again

This strange thing was ready to beat again

I let it, but only for a while

For it hardly understands now the pain it feels when it breaks again