Facing this day
I leave my heart open,
Like a door ajar,
In spite of this day
The sun, my skin, and all it scorches
I leave my heart open,
Not waiting for a change.
Despite strange feelings
In shame
Crunched up like a balled fist
In pain
Hunched over, clutching my legs
I leave my heart open,
In place of embarrassment
Like a dream where I'm naked in the plaza
My flawed shapes
Bare for all to see
I leave my heart open,
My face toward this whooshing breeze
I let it pass thru my face,
and bones,
The air that started from 300 trees away
I leave my heart open
So it may kiss my openness.
To the friends I've wronged
And caused harm
Gotten too familiar
As if we shared an arm,
To the friends who wronged me
Took my shoes
Cuz our feet looked the same,
Turned away
And shut the door, cold
I leave my heart open.
To those bodies I don't see
Restless minds, preoccupied hands
In their cubicle, in their garden,
In their car, on their phone,
To those bodies I do see
In my mind's eye
Resting,
Occupied for the long haul
Hands clasped across their chest
Eyes closed, spirit still,
I leave my heart open.
Michael,
I really love this poem. I thank you for sending me a message that called me back to it.
It is confession, apology and prologue to becoming your better self in full
view . I feel a nervous anxiety , for I hope for your success.
Mike, this is beautiful and raw. Your words made me feel your feelings. ❤️
I love your use of refrain, "I leave my heart open", both as connective tissue and as
performative utterance. You want to get beyond pain, shame, guilt, apology to offering.
A hope with a place of to start.