Tuesday, June 25, 2013

underneath


what sleeps in your heart,

is the truth of it

curled up like a cat,

soft and purring

but indifferent
 

 

what sleeps in your heart
could it be that trapped voice,
silenced
like one drowning
under ice
who sees the surface
but is unable to break through,
mouth full of water
on the sharp thin verge of surrender
to the overwhelming
weight of cold 

what sleeps in your heart
is who you really are
and if you don’t see that
you may sink to the bottom
alone
and never wake up
 
 
 

5 comments:

The Small Fabric Of My Life said...

So true.

JJ said...

So wonderful to hear your words again.

Welcome back.

Kayleigh said...

Jane -- isn't it tho? Thanks :)

JJ...it's soooo lovely to "see" you!!! How are you? I hope well. Thank you so much :D

Jinky said...

Got to ponder this one. --Loving your blog ..new follower.

Kayleigh said...

Thanks Jinky!