What My Heart Would Say

What my Heart Would Say…

What my heart would say,
If my mind would let it speak,
Would be quite different,
Than what you hear from my lips.

My heart would say I’m fragile,
And it would beg not to be broken,
It would show you tears and scars,
And it would hope that you would help it heal.

My mind knows better.
My mind does not permit begging.
My mind understands that fragility is for prey.
My mind demands concealment of weakness.

My heart would tell you I’m a dreamer,
How it is prone to wander through whimsical fairy tales,
Where I am held, and supported and rescued,
And I am the one and forever lifetime love of another.

My mind knows better.
My mind has stared down the disenchantments.
My mind knows there are no fabled happy endings.
My mind knows that only children are allowed such thinking.

My heart would ask you for flowers,
All the beautiful colors,
The myriad of diaphanous aromas,
The silky petals chosen for fondness and love.

My mind knows better.
My mind will tell you I have asthma.
My mind will tell you it will kill me to receive such allergens.
My mind will preach that flowers are meant to be left growing.

My heart would whisper its secret fears,
Of betrayal yet again,
Of abandonment and unmatched lonliness,
Locked away and isolated from other souls.

My mind knows better.
Admissions are evidence.
Evidence is ammunition.
Such ammunition will be used against me.

My heart would sigh its longing to belong,
Completely and totally to another,
To feel the security of both collar and ring,
To submit to a master, a lover and a king.

My mind knows better.
Rarely are pillars carved from stone.
Too many are false facades.
That chip and decay under the burden of time and bonds.

My heart would show you tears of the despondent,
Would sing you songs of longing,
Would bashfully admit the true reasons
I do not wish to watch the romantic movies…

Because my mind knows better.
I understand that romantic landscapes were not painted into my world.
Best to leave them to others who can appreciate them,
Than to face the yearning that will will remain forever unfulfilled.

Oh, the things my heart would say,
If for one moment it slipped free,
Of the iron cage that is my mind and will,
That keeps it safely locked away.

Reviews

[Ardra]

It's true if we let our heart speak...it would be a totally different tune.... :)
Love the way you have painted the difference....
I think we writers are dreamers... :) and we can't take that away from us....if we don't dream then we cannot create.... the words that flow from us... I loved this poem...

[Davidgeo]

What do you think other minds have to say?

[Poetic License]

I suppose that depends entirely upon how closely they hold their heart.