Conflicted Heart

...sometimes love is a very confusing thing....

 

 

Conflicted Heart

 

In the depths of my heart and soul

You have remained

Hidden from my mind’s eye

When you went away

You took a piece of my heart

And I mourned the loss,

Not so much for that part taken

But of what it represented…

Of a time that I was yours

And you were mine

The gentle breeze and the bee

Moving forward has been a tenuous journey

Lacking the strength and determination

To do so…

 

On a dreary day, a warrior found me,

With sword in hand and a good heart

Whispering softly on a midsummer’s wind,

Mindful of my broken heart

Respectfully, with a southern gentleman’s way

Despite differences and adversities,

Expressions of caring and interest

Emanated and radiated from his soul,

Hesitantly, I know not whether

To reach out for this shining beacon

Not wanting to injure my already battered heart,

Wishing for a happiness,

Something I have been without

For some time now…

 

Now the gentle breeze whispers

In the back of my mind

And in my heart

Reminding me of the beautiful times,

Of the other times we shared

Now with a conflicted heart,

I must decide my fate and destiny,

My future uncertain…

Whether to move forward and discover

An undetermined new love and life

Or to go back to what I have known

And hope to recapture, perhaps...

With troubled mind and heart,

Ultimately, the decision is mine alone…

 

 

Agtovar  7 Oct 2009

 

Reviews

[there is no more from m..]

this was a beautiful poem
it was filled with emotion
A sad poem
but i liked this well done

[emmajoy]

A sad, bewildering poem, written from the heart I rather think - if not, you understand the emotions you've written about only too well.

So strange and complex love is, loves are - maybe we hope for too much, maybe we forget to share certain basic courtesies. Seems modern love is easy come, easy go and along with that attitude - as you write :
'On a dreary day, a warrior found me, With sword in hand and a good heart Whispering softly on a midsummer's wind, Mindful of my broken heart ' is a lack of commitment. Sad.

Making a choice where the heart's concerned is probably the most difficult in life andyou're correct, you or I or we can only make the decision/s. But, to never have love again coz of a bad experience .. no, never that .. never. Hope springs eternal as some great spark said!

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Love is indeed the most complicated and confusing thing in this world.
This poem really proves that true :)
It has been so beautifully written, each and every word is flowing so well with the other.
"And hope to recapture, perhaps...
With troubled mind and heart,
Ultimately, the decision is mine alone�"- The conclusion was very thoughtful and deep. It is really very true that the decision is always ours at the end, and that is what matters most..
Great work :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Once a heart is jaded then it will always affect any future relationships... sometimes without even realizing it.... certainly a very beautiful bittersweet piece of poetry and brilliantly written.

[Sheila Kline]

You certainly are faced with what will surely be a life alterting decision, and surely one that will not be made lightly or quickly. There is much to comtemplate - go back to what is familiar, or venture on with hope of a new beginning.

Your lines are beautiful, and your poem is expertly crafted!

Now the gentle breeze whispers
In the back of my mind
And in my heart
these lines certainly accentuate that which is at hand!

[THE LOST ROSE]

Very beautiful write about a decision that you must make. I enjoyed this piece. It is nice to read some more of your work. I am looking for inspiration for the poem that you and I are suppose to write. It is nice to read this piece because hopefully I will find some. Thanks for creating and sharing. I hope you make the best decision for you and share that with us in a poem as well.

[R J Askew]

'Respectfully, with a southern gentleman's way' ... like that line and the notion it conjours up. If he is a true gent he is worth a shot. I like the word 'gentle man' ... I suspect it is not a word in favour in the age of 'guy ... the dude ... the man ...' I hope the concept and the personal code that goes with it is not dead and never will be. Some might say it implies a wrong attitude towards women in some way and that it is offensive in this age of equality. But I disagree. Men and women are, always have been, and always will be different in degree and the notion of what it is to be a gentleman it too important to be thrown onto the levellers' bonfire. I suppose it has much to do with romance, another outmoded notion. There are those who wld impale romance on the spike of sharp reason. But we are poets and abhor such spiritual brutality.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I like it , beautifully written , Yossi