My first attempt at poetry

The Walls Around My Heart

A little girl played and laughed

oblivious

unaware 

that inside her 

a heart beat with life and joy.

But then 

a sting

a stab

made her take notice.

A thin pink gossamer

she pinned to her heart.

She liked how it waved and flowed. 

But then

a strike 

a stroke

made her retreat and hide. 

A clear, tall sheet of glass would do the trick.

Her heart still seen.

But then

a shock 

a shot

made her enclose, self-protect.

Brick and mortar would do the trick.

The protection made her secure. 

But then

a slander 

a sorrow

a searing pain

a surrounding despair

a send off

a slight

a suffering so deep

An iron gate would seal it off

cut it at the knees. 

NEVER AGAIN

But then

darkness overwhelms

silence suffocates

pain endures.

I hid. 

I ran. 

The walls around my heart so firmly in place. 

The little girl was lost

unobserved

unbeloved.

The gossamer

The glass

The brick and mortar 

The iron gate 

But then He bids me come.

"Will you open your gate?"

His kindness bids me come.

I turn the key and once again

a slander 

a sorrow

a surrounding despair

I can't see.

I can't breathe.

Yet I turn the key.

His light bids me come. 

The gate swung open and once again I stand. 

But then He bids me come.

"Will you pull down your bricks? 

I want to see inside."

"Why?" I ask.

"There's nothing to behold."

I take a brick and once again

a send off

a slight

a suffering so deep

I can't do it.

I cling to the brick.

If it comes down, 

I'll fall down too.

But His brightness bids me come.

The wall falls down and so do I.

Now I'm on my knees. 

No further can I go

No one may enter in.

All I know is hiding and retreat.

But then He bids me come. 

"Inside I see a heart, 

a heart that once belonged. 

I want a closer look

But this glass is so strong.

Will you melt it down?"

He bids me as He comes. 

The fear I thought I knew, threatens to overtake.

What if I'm undone?

But His glory bids me come.

I set fire to the glass

As my tears fall, 

so does my wall. 

I feel vulnerable and exposed

unraveled and betrayed.

Once again

a shock 

a strike

a shot
a stroke

The wind blows as I weep.

The pink gossamer takes flight

a laugh

a giggle

as it dances in the light.

His love bids me come.

He doesn't even ask. 

I see it in His eyes. 

He wants me to unpin,

that which now brings delight.

I turned the key

I held the brick 

I set light to the glass

How much more could He want?

I knew before I asked, He wants my very heart. 

My hand trembles as I walk

to the thread I hold so dear.

Worry fills my eyes

But then He bids me come. 

So hidden had it been

But now as I unpinned

I saw beneath the sheet

a piece of all of me. 

I was shocked to see a name, 

a name not my own

written on my heart

It was not what I feared: 

Something ugly and unknown. 

Instead I saw

the sting, the stab, the strike, the stroke, the shock, the shot, 

the slander, sorrow, searing pain, 

the surrounding despair,

the send off, slight, and suffering so deep 

Had etched inside of me

The name that Bids me Come. 

And now my heart throbs and swells with joy

unhindered by my walls.