state of heart

i hide a heart that’s bleeding,
and i pretend not to hear
your soft voice that is wooing,
reminding me that you’re near.

your loving call still echoes,
but my wounded heart denies:
“i can well handle my woes;
i do not need to reply.”

you say you offer healing,
the kind that forever lasts;
i fear my heart’s not willing,
and for this it’s dying fast.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s