This fragile crystal container
I hold within my chest,
so easy to see through, that I must
conceal it with feigned emotions.
False hopes, simple feigned smiles.
Look into my eyes, glimpse
my soul, full of hopes and dreams,
anticipating life's enrichment.
This container seeks fulfillment,
but there is little to fulfill. Heart
breaks, tumbles through this cavity,
tearing apart my gut stuff
shredding any sense of self.
Death, as an option, is rejected.
My mind must control my heart.
The heart would destroy the body,
with beliefs that faith provides spiritual release
from this hard world, where pain and fear
constantly lurk. With logic, the mind
must force to mend the broken heart.
-dp-
-written and read at the Maple Leaf Bar, New Orleans, LA -4-3-83
4-3-83 / 10-18-12- / 3-11-13
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