my heart in a jar

a poem

Tracey Holland, Creative Commons


it’s very pretty, in its way,
my heart in a jar on the shelf
where she’s carefully preserved,
out of the way

on some of my dark days,
she shines a little beacon of light
and i make it through
another 24 hours

i rise and fall while she
sits there serenely

i cannot imagine taking
her down, putting her to use,
we are so safe and comfortable
now, she in her jar,
me in my own place
far from the world

who would cruelly disturb us
with foolish offers to unite us?
love never did us any good.
anyone who would want to care,
should understand,
we are better kept apart.


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