How can all of our hearts
drum the same, ironic beat:
i’m misunderstood
i’m misunderstood
i’m misunderstood
-L.M.G.
Tag: heart
Danger
We’re warned
about the dangers
of the world —
the heat of fire,
the power of water,
the shifting weight of the wind —
but the world
has never,
never,
wounded me
like the dangers
in my heart.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII
I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
Writing
My mind
tells to my heart:
“There is nothing left
to draft,
for it’s all been written.”
But, my heart laughs,
“Come to me
when you think
a thought
that hasn’t already
been conceived.”
Peace
The hardest won peace was never between nations, among houses, or within families. It has always been the peace that whispers in a human heart, finally, and entirely, at rest with its own nature.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XX
It has
to be
a great
burden
to carry
my heart,
but one
wouldn’t
know it
by the way
you
move,
unladen.
Cause
It is
chronically
exhausting
to care
for causes
and to
carry the burdens
of other hearts,
but it isn’t
nearly
as dangerous
as not.
Dust & Shadows
You are
the only one
to love me
hard enough
to stir the dust
from my heart,
to shake
the shadows
from its corners.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIII
People tell me
they don’t get
poetry.
I want
to tell them
if they’ve ever
fallen asleep
with a
broken heart
or cried
as their child
wrapped their hand
around their fingers
for the first time,
they not only
understand poetry:
they’ve been
living it
for years.
Firestone Friday: Poem XVII
I think
we reject
our exes
because our
romantic relationships
offer the most
intimate look
at humanity,
and we’d rather
believe exes
are broken
than concede
that it is
the human heart
— individually and collectively —
that is repulsive.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 