Where is My Heart

Life is a scale and it is tipping in odd ways again...

Here I sit, pondering

Where it all goes

Why the balance shifts

From many to one

My life goes bright

Darkness falls upon others

So close to me

Should this happen so

Others fall into pieces

As I become whole

My heart aches so

As if this change

Is because of me

My joy dragging down

Those I care about

Should this be true

Without any proper explanation

Wanting of deep fall

Off cloud I reside

To see others rise

Again into brighter days

So I ask again

Where is my heart

Why do I care

More of my friends

Than my recent joys

For maybe this role

Was mine all along

Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

You lift others meanwhile you feel as though you fall. When they fall, you lift them and as such you begin to descend. In this you ponder, 'Where is my heart?" Where is your lifting? My dear you are the one who fragile souls depend upon...

"My joy dragging down
Those I care about
Should this be true
Without any proper explanation
Wanting of deep fall
Off cloud I reside
To see others rise
Again into brighter days"

Such a powerful image here and such a common concept that I've even pondered myself. There are those who thrive in shadenfreud. In essence, there are those who revel in the mishaps and misfortunes of others. Then there are those whose envy is acidic in nature and eats away at their own happiness because they witness others' joy. Its your desire that instead (at least from what I gather within this piece) is that for once you'd like to be the savoir and spare that envy, resentment, and fall just so someone else can experience that uplifting joy, even if it is at your expense. It takes a strong brand of man to offer such and not many people these days are inclined to be so self-sacrificing.

Overall, the balances shift as its the way of life. We struggle so we can find redemption and learn hope, faith, and love. Most of all, we learn optimism; we recognize the trials that we face and we can relate those experiences with others in an attempt to assist them when they have fallen. We experience joy and when we do-due to those mishaps we've experienced, it makes us more appreciative of that joy. This is a brilliant write and although I could comment on the punctuation (I'm always in editor mode although I don't tend to edit my online correspondences lol) this is wonderful. This is also not a poem to be quickly glanced at, either. You certainly have natural talent, m'dear. I can't wait to read more.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you Julie - I tend to leave punctuation out when the feeling is raw.

[J.V. Stanley]

You know, not every poet uses punctuation (I think that's a more modern tactic) I remember reading Anne Bradstreet's work and not a single lick of punctuation in a few of her poems. Then there are others who use it. That's the beauty of poetry, though. Its all about interpretation and its so open to it in every aspect. Its always a pleasure reviewing! Thank you for allowing me the opportunity. :)

[Sami Khalil]

"So I ask again

Where is my heart

Why do I care

More of my friends

Than my recent joys"

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem. Pen on...:).................

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you Sami - I write what I feel and think.

[Sami Khalil]

You do. You are welcome...:)..................

[Dark Heart of Winter]

Love this! i feeling i think many of us feel but is rarely expressed at all. I know the feeling very well; and also its reverse. You somehow feel guilty when you become happy and your freinds are unhappy still or get worse.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Exactly - it seems to happen a lot and that scares me a bit.