I grieve for those
whose blue-black hearts
dance —
celebrating the chill of humanity.
For they lack love —
Untamed emotions
directing their paths
away from
rather than to.
I worry for you.
What great tragedy
shaped the condition
of your heart?
Would you
truly place trust in it?
What knowledge tells you
it is safe there —
Can good come
from a bruised, battered heart?
Can it know love
when pain is what’s familiar?
Or have you forgotten
what love is?
Has love
ever called you
by name?
About the Creator
Lakena McQueen
So I’m a poet and I believe in God. But life still be life-ing. So this is how I deal. I’m revamping my page with new posts. Hopefully you appreciate/see/enjoy the growth.
And that’s all folks! Well that and those pieces of mine :)
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