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Sometimes the hole in my heart feels like it was cored out

With something sharp, like a paring knife

The edges like barbed wire, bloody and metallic

like chewing on tinfoil

or licking the end of a battery

And that is when I am afraid

 

Sometimes the hole in my heart feels like it was burned out

With a red hot poker, the edges charred, and cauterized

I breathe in the ashes and they taste bitter

and shriveled, like the alum

my mother kept in her cupboard

and that is when I get angry

 

Sometimes the hole in my heart feels hammered out

with a mallet, the meat tenderized and macerated

and my whole heart feels like a bruise,

Like it will never stop hurting,

And I will slowly fade into pain and become nothing

And that is when I feel pathetic.

 

Sometimes the hole in my heart feels like it was torn out

that feral flower trampled and shredded,

my chest is tight with unspoken apologies

and drowning in unshed tears

like I am at the bottom of a well

And that is when I despair

 

Sometimes the hole in my heart feels like it was carved out

with meticulous attention and bloodless precision

planning deep and calm as a lake

guiltless as a cloudless sky

full of blame and rancor

and that is when it hurts the most.

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The human heart is a wondrous thing. It's so small that, when it's filled with joy, it over-flows and you have to share your happiness with everyone you can. Yet, when it's filled with sorrow, it becomes a bottomless pit of pain and sadness - an endless void of tears that we crawl into and shut ourselves away from those we love as we wallow in despair and it feels as if our heart is whithering away and dieing.

 

But, the most wondrous thing about the human heart is, when the tiniest bit of hope touches it, the thinnest bit of happiness caresses it. . . it heals.

 

If these last two poems come from within your own personal well of sorrow and are this good. . . I can't wait to read what you write when your heart heals.

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