Her shambled heart

Her heart’s held together with stitches and glue,
It’s tarnished, and dirty, looks slightly askew
Its ticker is ticking quite random, it’d seem
It’s patched, and it’s leaky, it’s worn at the seams

Her heart can be opened, as all hearts can be
And should you approach here’s what you would see
The latch is tarnished, the hinges are spent
The door knockers dented, t’was tapped till it bent.

The shutters are crooked, the windows are cracked,
The thatching above has come nearly unattached!
Now tell me, good fellow, should you pass near
Would you even notice? Would even draw near?

This heart that seems old, neglected, unloved
The heart that seems beaten, battered, and shoved
Into a corner to rot till it’s gone
If that’s what you are thinking, then you’re thinking is wrong!

If you should approach then what you would find
Is a smiling face, warm, caring, and kind.
You’d be welcomed inside like a old cherished friend
Though you’d only just met, and may never again.

Her innocent laughter, her virtuous ways
You may find your wishing to say there for days,
In a parlor room cluttered with childish toys
Meaningful treasures, bobbles, and joy.

And soon you would find that your troubles are past,
That your own heart is healing, your scars will not last.
And you now see the reason; it’s not lack of care,
That the door knockers dented, latch in disrepair

For whenever you need a listening ear
you won’t have to go far, you know she’ll be here
You’ll leave feeling joyous, your burden was shared
You’ve spilled all your troubles to someone who cared.

But you’ve also forgotten the stitches and glue,
The cracked glass, the scuff marks, the shutters askew.
As to the appearance, you shan’t give one more though
Then “to think it looked broken, well surly it’s not!”

And you never will ask, the thought won’t occur
Why is her heart shambled? What happened to her?
You won’t ask of the treasures, the trinkets, the toys
You won’t ask her sorrows, you won’t ask her joys.

For once you have left there, the parlor grows dim
And she is left sobbing, alone once again.
You won’t hear of the battles, the pain she goes through
You won’t hear her weeping… they never do.

Reviews

[K.N. Thorn]

A really great poem, I love the comparisons from human to house.... I think you could get rid of some of the it's as the first word of the lines in the first stanza and I also think one of your 'thoughs' is suppose to be a 'thought' thanks for the read, it was a really good poem!

[Confuser]

Thought it was wonderful. It is a great poem and of course I'm not surprised. Had a lot of fun reading it. Did think about my daughter and her poor broken heart. I wrote Paper Heart, first poem, thinking of her. She has to have a transplant; too young. But as I read on, the tempo grew and I loved the lesson - hope other will read it and see her as I did. Made me think. Love that.

[Kitalia Emme]

Thank you so much.
I hope it was able to make you smile. I'm sorry about the trials that you have gone through.

[Confuser]

Thank you, but it will be fine. My daughter has been through a lot, but she's a tough one.

[R Smith]

an extraordinary poem Kit Kat, lots of lovely rhyming but so much pain and heartache, overall a real winner and one for my library :)

[Kitalia Emme]

Thank you! It is how I imagined it would look if you opened my heart.
And each day I will smile and laugh and leave quotes and small pictures at the bottom of receipts. I will tell grand stories to little boys, and treat little girls as princesses.
I will make my friends and coworkers laugh, because when the world around you is filled with light it is very hard to dwell in total darkness. I believe that, and so my heart will always be a place filled with joy as long as I am never alone.

[R Smith]

That's as heartbreaking as the poem Kitalia, i am sure you are never alone :)

[Kitalia Emme]

I have some wonderful, strange, but wonderful friends.

[R Smith]

that's good to know, must be the strange one's are here in the Cafe'

[Kitalia Emme]

I work in a restaurant/bar. I have seen strange. We are just passionate.

[R Smith]

we are the best I think :)