Pouring Your Heart Out
Sometimes I feel like pouring out too much. Most of the time I pour out too little. The other day I poured out my heart like hot lava… It was so pure and dangerous I had to delete the entry. There are some things people know about us that we don’t realize ourselves. And then there are things that others will never realize about us. We all have treasures locked away. Keys that unlock our hearts. And keys that lock our hearts up. A blog can be the place for that, a canvas to express our ideas in metaphors and ideas without necessarily being blatant about what we hold inside. I supposed that is what creative writing is at its best. At least that is how I use it… Sometimes.
I wish I had the keys to unlock a lot of people. The right words and the energy to reach out. I wish I knew what made them tick and what it takes to get them to trust…
It seems I have friends that span the scope:
some who reach out to me with genuine care,
some who know I am always there,
some who catch up in a note or two,
and some who hold back through and through.
We hold out the keys
Some take them and run.
I hand you my heart
But the return is none.
I wonder and wait
You act cool and calm.
You live in your bubble
You find your balm.
The choices we make
Make us instead
We all take big leaps
And rethink what we’ve said
It seems there is always a time and place.
It seems we all fall in to the same grace.
A real friend is the one
Who holds our heart high
A true friend we let in
They know deep inside.
Sometimes we’re low
Alone once again
But mostly we all
Just need a true friend.
So, that’s my ditty… An itty bitty ditty. Why not?
