Rebecca Harris


My heart was returned to me
at last
and it can fill its former place again~
It has been vacant for some time now,
though I had assumed
it was not.
Silly me for not checking in
now and again to be sure...
So I inspect this purpled fruit,
and see the bruises that begin to fade
but surprisingly not much damage
He dropped it, I see,
but did not break it entirely...
The old stitches remain,
of course,
but there is no need for new ones.

And so, I dust the empty place,
pull down the cobwebs, 
shine it up like new,
and carefully I return 
this pulsing thing
to its shelf.

Home, it says.
Welcome back, say I.
Rest, rest.
There will be time
for new adventures
soon enough.

And at the end of things, how does one go about taking
their gifted heart back...?
Authors comment


All rights belong to its author. It was published on by demand of Rebecca Harris.
Published on on 02/23/2011.


The author


Comments of our readers (0)

Your opinion:

Our authors and would like to hear your opinion! But you should comment the Poem/Story and not insult our authors personally!

Please choose

Previous title Next title

Does this Poem/Story violate the law or the submission rules?
Please let us know!

Author: Changes could be made in our members-area!

More from category"Lovegrief" (Poems)

Other works from Rebecca Harris

Did you like it?
Please have a look at:

Under - Rebecca Harris (Sorrow)
Switched on and of ....?💔 - Ursula Rischanek (Lovegrief)
It is love... - Jutta Knubel (Love & Romance)