Musings

not really a poem, but ideas, thoughts about love & the fear of it

My heart is ripping at the seams
I grasp wildly, attempting to keep it together
But the tighter I clutch at the peices
The more that falls through my fingers
Have I not learned?
The tighter you hold your fist
The more sand that will swiftly escape your grasp
But keep your hand open
And more grains will stay in place
Should I open up and bear my heart, my soul?
What if someone snatches it away?
Or what if someone gently caresses it,
But then throws it to the ground
Stomping my heart until it's like gravel, or grains of sand?
But what if I keep this tight hold?
Sooner or later every last peice will slip through my fingers.
My heart will be gone...forever...no longer obtainable...
Should I risk the the hurt by loosening my hold?
Or should I hold my heart tightly until the last shred is gone...?
I need to decide before it's too late.

Lindsey

January 7, 2009

Author's Note

rough, not really a poem

Reviews

[Julio Angel Ortiz]

A good first draft, and starts strong. The poem needs to go through a few more revisions. I saw in your profile that you don't write more than one draft. Just a recommendation that, if you want to really work at your craft and you want to take writing- in any form- seriously, you'll need to adjust to the idea of revision. It's essential to a writer's success.

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This piece reminds me of myself and many friends I have had , I have come to the conclusion that if you are not ready to experience the pain then you may not experience the pleasure of love...One one of my favorite qoutes from Romeo and Juliet is.."If love be rough with you, be rough with love, prick love for pricking and you beat love down" love always contains the risk of pain even when it is good to love is to be able to open your heart to whatever arrow may hit it and when it gets hit hard recover and forget the pain to love again.