Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-eighth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Wilcox.
A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine
A frozen heart that could be mine
I don’t look
So I don’t find
Sodden trampled leaves beneath me
Slick brown glistening branches beat me
Fast of tread as wind whips chest
Seeking out what isn’t there to take
Buried deep amongst the tissues, vessels,
Bloody secrets twisted, nestled
A shout behind me in the dark
My name, his voice a question mark
I tried. Time and again, I tried
Slow as moments lost at sea
Fast as lifetimes unseen pass
The flow of warmth was chilled to ice
As broken arteries perhaps. I tried
I could not love you
I cannot love. Too tired to try again
A frozen heart that could be mine?
But nothing answers me this time around
And so the ground
Awaits me.
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I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…