If Only

If only our hearts weren’t used as weaponry,

In the fight between emotions,

And rationality.

Like a soldier, my brain chips away,

At my soul,

It reminds me that there’s few places,

For one to call home.

And with her flesh as a shield, the heart clouds what is real,

In the fight between what we think,

And what we feel.

Like a sorceress with a plight, she smiles in the day,

And aches in the night,

A reflection of wrong,

A reflection of right.

So, now as my brain fails to think,

I must go to the doctors and find me a shrink;

All the while my heart gives up the arduous fight,

She forgets how to trust,

As she loses insight.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

man oh man! i do love this ..an ageless debate ...mind vs feelings ..strong proponents on both sides .. but its your closing that strikes home ..such loss ..of sanity, insight and spontaneity all at once ..your poem says it so well ..i'm an led along without hitch and my interest grows as i read ... a very sad and whole human tragedy .. i think of all those laying in beds in hospitals and homes .. bewildered and trapped :((((( saying my prayers for us all right now .. that we can bare our tragedies and recover in health and growth .. so glad to have read "If Only"
E.