My heart is something small;
Begging, yearning to expand;
if not in size then in content.
yet, what is the magic
Out of reach?
My heart pants gasps, spurts
blood oozing but
hollow...
where is beauty?
Where is light?
What will fill my heart
without setting a burden
of impossible weight?
is there a fire
that can rise within
without burning its surroundings?
is there a light
that can eternally shine
without blinding my vision?
is there a thread
that can patch my gashes
without tying, twisting my gut?
is there a word
that can fill my lacks
without bouncing against my delicacy?
is ther a warmth
that can melt the ice
without bringing sweat abroad?
cast away
cast far, far away
is something
out of reach...
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Wonderful.
Poetry means seeking. Your poem is good :)