Pain
The Thorn In My Heart
The Thorn In My Heart
There’s a thorn stuck in my heart,
It’s seeping my life’s blood away;
Yet I allow it inside of me to stay,
As pulling it out will augment pain.
With every breath, blood it splays,
Blinding me from my true vocation;
Yet I let the thorn inside me remain,
Till courage to pull it out I may gain.
Then one day you walk past again,
It’s destiny, only a glimpse we gain-
Of each other, as we strain in vain;
The thorn in my heart pricks again.
On purpose did you avoid my gaze?
Was it so your heart wouldn’t race?
From time we had with god’s grace:
Lost now to new lives with no trace?
I must pluck the thorn fast as I can,
Free my heart and mind over again;
I’d find a new love faster, wouldn’t I:
Only if I get rid of that thorn insane?
PS – This poem is inspired by the beautiful thought and the words above…I liked the idea so much, I mean – the kite string one, that I reread it several times…it resulted in these lines of my own, which also take into account the thoughts below 🙂