POETRY

Shrapnel Shells

Reflections of being lovelorn.

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash (location: Palma de Mallorca, Spain)

Atlanta Hartsfield (returning to NYC)
March 12, 2020 / 2:42pm

How I yearn,
To remove the shrapnel shells,
Of pain dug so deeply,
In your wounded soul,
And with my tenderness,
Melt away that seemingly,
Impenetrable shield,
You’ve wrapped around yourself.

I would hold your heart in mine,
Filling it with love,
Protecting it with kindness,
Surrounding it with warmth.

I would sit beside your fear,
Calming it with my compassion,
Soothing it with my understanding,
Easing it with my attentiveness.

I would take your hand in mine,
Reminding you of my presence,
And also respecting,
When you may need space.

But I have this worry,
That your scars are so deep,
They cannot see my soul-light,
So eager to share its brightness.