wore my heart traditionally on my sleeve but it's now restrained. For so long I could not express and let my love flow freely. My heart has become a burden, still so present, dominating and real but constrained. A thirst I can not quench. Tethered to the rest of the load I carry. Determined, Yes, I will carry my heart through this arid, dehydrating, taking environment and let it drink. Allow it to sip life again, quench my thirst, float my burdens, and again wear proudly on my sleeve.
It came to him in a dream one night And woke him with a terrible fright. This burden that had weighed him down was a love that he had never found But the love he had for his wife was strong And he’d loved his children for so long. His brothers, sisters all agreed the love they’d shared was all they’d need His mum and dad who’d passed away he’d loved until this very day And once he drank 6 pints of beer then loved sobriety for a year With a heavy heart and a lonely soul his search for love saw him grow old Then the day before his death he searched inside and found no less Than a lonely heart full of neglect That he himself did once reject
A heavy heart
C.Graf - NSW