Heart

So many see a real good man and then they pounce on his heart
It took him a while to piece back what others had torn all apart

They saw that is heart was on his sleeve, took him for granted
They used him, bruised him, and even confused him, got him un-planted

His heart was torn, withered, and shattered like a fragile vase
A river of tears traveled down his cheek and dripped from his face

A gentle soul that got ripped down the seams; will need more thread
Will be in need of a firm, steady hand to sew back what's already bled

Trust has to be regain once more so on the defense his heart must go
To watch and survey all of the red flags and politely just tell them "no"

He'll read the words and follow the signs and he knows it's just the start
Hopefully he'll open, what was once broken, and fully display his heart!

                                       JWM 2-28-23

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There’s alot of heartbreak out there. Once that happens, it can take sometime to build up trust again. You convey that well in your stanzas here. A good solid write. Thank you.

Chris

[James Mckay]

Thank you Chris, I appreciate that. Yes heartache takes time. I know all too well, lol

[willweb]

Yep, it sure seems that is the way it goes anymore. It just isn't in style to have a heart, to care...now the world is filled with hate. I know, I went too far left on that topic. Your poem though is soft and felt nice to read.

[James Mckay]

Thank you Will, I appreciate that. Yes, you're exactly right....too much hatred and not enough love.