Monday, May 21, 2012

5.21.12 Heart of Stone


My heart is naught but stone.  It does not beat, or pulse or move. It is cold and dark and empty.  It is a weight inside my chest. 
Sorrow sleeps inside me.  It rests inside my soul.  Every time I speak a word, there is danger it will wake.
I grope blind in the dark for light.  A single flame to spark the life.  But there is nothing more than shadows.  And the cold that burns my bones.
There’s a dream inside my soul.
It wishes to be free.
But these chains are holding fast, my heart is broken still.

3 comments:

  1. i like this bekah! it is so poeticly beautiful

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  2. This is amazing! Love that both sorrow and a dream are inside, trying to get out. Love the last line too!

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