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My Heart Box

Forgotten treasures

By Ute Luppertz ✨ Published 22 days ago 1 min read
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My Heart Box
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There is a box in my heart with a golden lock.

It’s embellished with jewels — rubies and emeralds which glisten in the light.

Now there’s moss on the box because I forgot about it for so long.

The Sun does not get into the crevasses anymore.

The other day, I felt the weight of the box.

And a pale memory of being barefoot in the forest.

Do I need a crowbar to pry it open?

Wait, whispers the fairy. Be gentle, my child.

Now what?

Tend to your precious life.

But how?

Force will not unlock the box.

Just hold this box.

As I am holding it — I feel the Silent. Screams. Inside.

Heart is Breaking Open.

Innocence

I am Home.

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About the Creator

Ute Luppertz ✨

I am an animal lover, a meditator, and a wisdom keeper. I live my passion through writing about life and animals and working as a pet death doula and animal communicator.

You can learn more about me here: petspointofview

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  • Lacy Loar-Gruenler22 days ago

    Lovely, Ute, and a beautiful way to think about the existential questions we all have about life and happiness and that we all miss those innocent days. Gotta grow up, but why?

  • Manisha Dhalani22 days ago

    What a bittersweet poem. Lovely writing.

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