"Safe"

            "Safe"

 

The door is locked, where love abides.

Allowing no one access...to the inside.

So long closed, rust covers the key.

And moss enwraps...what use to be.

 

Lock covered and stained with age,

Stored safely, within...it's cage.

Pain is locked outside of the door,

Of this heart...that can feel...no more.

 

So long abused, love wept...and cried;

Crawled within...itself...and died.

 

    P&C       Valentine

 

 

Reviews

[R Smith]

brilliant poetry Kathie, the descriptive passages of a heart locked away for so long and rusted and aged are fantastic, the end so sad but so terrific in its pure poetry, thank you :)

[Valentine]

A poem is just inner thoughts coming out. They can be about anyone or anything. Kathie

[SmittyJas]

Weeping like the willow tree dry you tears and find your comfort in me JC.

[Valentine]

Yes, Jesus is always there and He always cares. Kathie

[Nene]

A touching write... Sometimes I want to lock my heart too....

[Valentine]

Thank you Nene. Maybe women are more like that then men. Kathie

[Nene]

Yes you are very right

[wordman]

this is certainly a touching write and I`m sure a true write

[Valentine]

I think trust is a big issue. When trust is gone, love dies. Kathie

[sereenaoutloud]

Beautiful write. Locking our heart away to keep it safe until we can trust some one enough to open it again.

[Valentine]

Thank you for your review. Valentine

[Sami Khalil]

Some people buy safes to preserve and protect precious belongings and some people lock away their emotions till further due...A touching write...:)......

[Valentine]

Some people get so hurt they lock their hearts. I saw a lot of abused women, most go back to the beater. A few are helped to get to a safe place. Some of them never trust again. One went back at night, burned the house down with him in it then disappeared. Kathie

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true and sad. You are welcome...:)......

[KWP]

I'd like to pick that lock and jump right in - I have much love to share :) yes yes it's true I do ...

I am very much enjoying the rhythmic flow in your lines - they allow you to sink within the words and find at the end the whole process was a lovely treat ... I know the theme is a bit sad and dark - but I shall say treat nonetheless - I enjoy it XX

[Valentine]

Thank you very much for your kind words. Kathie

[andrew mitchell]

Valentine you really write some beautiful poetry and you capture every little detail and even though the theme is loss, love gone, a heart in retreat how beautiful your words that express these emotions . how I would love to emulate this but alas I could not even come close. your work is so refined and light years ahead of mine that maybe my poetry should crawl within and hide. An amazing piece and you set the bar beyond reach to produce such beautiful pieces of art close to the heart.I love your wording and how they flow and embrace your emotions.

[Valentine]

With age your writing will grow. Aging is a learning process. You just keep writing. Kathie

[andrew mitchell]

in that case Kathie I better hurry up I'm old now I think I've missed the bus!

[Woody]

you are very good at displaying hurt feelings, Kathie. I like the idea of a bruised heart that crawls within itself and dies. sad but beautifu.

[Valentine]

Well, no one can be happy all of the time. I get ideas from books, what people say and do, etc. Not all is me. Kathie

[Woody]

I'm glad to hear that :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a lot and left a lot not said in the poetry.
"So long abused, love wept...and cried;
Crawled within...itself...and died."
I believe it is human nature to try to heal. Not forget. Thank you dear Poet for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

Not in this case, my sister was physically abused by her husband. When she was dying of cancer he treated her worse than any human should nave been treated. In hospice care, he had the female he was seeing pick him up outside of the house in full view. I helped with her when I could fly up from Arkansas. Bruises on a cancer victim...thankfully God took her home. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

I knew a similar story here in Michigan. Wife dying of cancer and he was wandering around and very nasty to her. This is a sad and bad situation. I'm sorry dear friend for you loss.

[Valentine]

John, this was in northern Michigan also.

[Coyote Poetry]

A dear friend of my mother. This kind woman was my babysitter.