my monster

My heart 

Once isolated 

Locked in a dark room never to be seen 

In every variation of the truth my heart was always at fault 

Hidden behind the cage that had been designed to hold it 

Boom boom….boom 

Trying to escape and to prosper in a world not meant to keep it 

Thrusting itself into the hands of resolution 

Resolution a gift its longed for 

A gift of understanding 

Late night conversations make all the more sense 

The late night conversations the mind kept from the heart 

The betrayal the mind can surely understand and the heart can not 

True love the mind can not understand but the heart can 

Love is what the heart longs for 

No more cowering in the confines of the ribs that make its cage 

No more hiding like a child 

Accepting that the heart is not a monster 

The heart longs for love 

To love and to love 

To dance with another “monster” 

To have its soul dance with anothers 

To be the happiness in a lonely cage 

To be the flowers aranged around a bloody bone