My Heart

I shut my windows and doors a long time ago, but I’ll open them back up if You want to see in.

I’ll let you live here if You really want to.

We’ll argue about space and the things I have locked away in my closets and attic but I know that You’d be willing to help me clean them out.

I’ll try to give You the space you want,

You just have to help me re-organize my things so that you can get the widest space.

I don’t need a lot of room,

just as long as You’re willing to stay here with me.

Now that You’ve come in and been here for a while,

I don’t want You to leave.

They tell me that if I love something,

to let it go but I don’t think I will with You.

You’re like the sliver of light that peeks through in a dark prison cell

or a sunrise that only the lovers can see.

You came to me so suddenly that I was knocked off my feet.

You bring me happiness and joy when I feel mostly pain.

You kept coming back when I tried keeping You out.

I've been through so much suffering but You know.

How can it be that You understand my imperfections so perfectly?

I feel as though I know so little about You but I know only You.

I feel so much around you, but,

feel so little outside of You.

Can I just, for one moment, be swept up by you?

I shut my windows and doors a long time ago,

but I’ll open them back up if You want to see in.

Reviews

[Timi]

Dear leah,
You my friend have an incredible talent with words. I absolutely adore this piece! So beautifully written, and I can just picture it all in my head. I love the way you write, please keep pursuing this passion! You are so talented and I can't wait to read more that you write :)
Love, your friend tim tims

[lenabean]

I like this poem a lot. The motif of "You," with a capital Y, almost seemed like you were talking about a higher power-or a lover. I think it could go either way. I liked how the beginning and ending were the same-"I shut my windows and doors a long time ago, but I'll open them back up if You want to see in." And I understood the overarching metaphor; the house or dwelling being described throughout the poem is actually your heart. When someone enters your heart, it is hard to get them out :) Keep writing, and welcome to WritersCafe!