Torn From the Pages of My Heart
Would Words Heal?
Should I let
my heart's tiny pollens
take their flight
from the shadows of my
deceitful smile
to be blown away
with a little kiss
and a prayer upon
their expectant wings
to let all curtains fall
and grant the truth the freedom
from my confining walls,
Would my words be crushed
as sourness to my
recipient's ears?
Or be taken into
his wounded stigma of steel?
to ease him of pain
and cleanse his mind
of the evils he thought would
mar him for all time?
Where there is cruelty
Would these words bring
the touch of kindness from
the lullabies mothers sing?
Where there is envy
Would my words bring
contentment from the arms
that speak of a father's pride?
Where there is suspicion
Would my words mend
with the grip from
a toddler's trusting hands?
Where there are lies
Would I replace them with
the simple truth from
a baby's gentle smile?
my heart's tiny pollens
take their flight
from the shadows of my
deceitful smile
to be blown away
with a little kiss
and a prayer upon
their expectant wings
to let all curtains fall
and grant the truth the freedom
from my confining walls,
Would my words be crushed
as sourness to my
recipient's ears?
Or be taken into
his wounded stigma of steel?
to ease him of pain
and cleanse his mind
of the evils he thought would
mar him for all time?
Where there is cruelty
Would these words bring
the touch of kindness from
the lullabies mothers sing?
Where there is envy
Would my words bring
contentment from the arms
that speak of a father's pride?
Where there is suspicion
Would my words mend
with the grip from
a toddler's trusting hands?
Where there are lies
Would I replace them with
the simple truth from
a baby's gentle smile?
