No Name

It has no name
Some say it has eyes, inner piercing eyes
Eyes that see beyond the words
Seeing past the huge distorted nose
Past those bits that you despise the most
Seeking the real you

Others claim they’ve seen its soul
Delicate, tender and faithful
Forgiving those who hurt it most
Freely giving without counting the cost
Loving, the real you

They are those with tears on their cheeks
Silently, they weep, drying tears that fail to dry
They whisper with caution on their lips
“We’ve seen it frozen." 

"We’ve felt it break,” they cry
When it’s hard, it’s ruthless - when it breaks, it hurts
Hurting, the deeper you

Is there no cure, I ask
"Time," the voices mumble, screaming and shouting
“Silence!” says the angel
Time heals but slowly it does
The only cure is love
It has a name
The heart
Finding, the real you

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

This beautiful!! I love the build-up for the ending. :) I just love this. ^_^ Keep it up!! You've got some great talent. ;)

[David Scott]

Indeed love, "love", and Love seem to be the only cure. Let us begin by actually loving ourselves in a healthy way. Not puffed up and concieted or narcissistic love. Not self pitty or self indulgent love either, but a love that tells the truth even to ourselves. Love yourself like you would your only child and be strict and consistant in your loving guidance.
Your poetry was devine today!
Be well.

[dunnia]

wow ........ wow ....... and ....... WOW.........this as rosereaper already said is simply beautiful ............ it flows nicely and gives deep meaning you truly are an amazing writer.... :]

[RoseReaper]

Simply beutiful. What can I say.

[Felicity's Eve]

I like the flow of this!

This is well written and has a good message. :)

Great job!

[quinfinn]

all i can say is "stunning". i'd like to say time heals all wounds but i am convinced of the opposite...time wounds all heels....poetic justice, if you will. your poem is brilliant. love this.

[ms. barrie]

very powerful and profound write. i especially enjoyed the last stanza:


Is there no cure, I ask
"Time," the voices mumble, screaming and shouting
“Silence!” says the angel
Time heals but slowly it does
The only cure is love
It has a name
The heart
Finding, the real you

very poetic and original, i really enjoyed the whole subject matter you portrayed here. very rich in imagery, that renders your mind to wander.