A Hole in My Heart
There’s a hole in my heart
that began as a bleeding wound.
Time smoothed the edges and trued up the frame.
Now it’s a window into memory.
I could have let it grow shut
kept out the dust and occasional flies
but that would have cut off the view.
So what if rain gets in?
An empty seashell echoes with remembered surf.
If it were sealed shut, you would hear nothing.
Poke a hole in your heart
what sounds are echoing in there?
written by Tiel Aisha Ansari of Knocking from Inside.