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Key To Her Heart

You have climbed inside of me. . . .this is how I feel. . .hoping, but not knowing if I can allow myself to be fully present if a really good man were to come along. I hope you don’t mind that I reblogged. 🙂

Writings From Dr. Oolie's Pond

Examining her heart,
it reminded her of a condemned building.
Taking a good look,
she saw boards on all of the windows
and yellow police tape across the padlocked doors.

Sitting with her abandoned heart,
she wondered what it would take to fill it again.
If someone approached her with the right key,
would she allow him access
or just change the locks?

Taking a step back,
she noticed that her poor, empty heart
had affected the rest of her self as well.
What had once been a warm and vibrant body
was now cold and desolate.

Even if she allowed another to tear down the tape,
unlock the doors,
and take down the boards over the windows of her heart,
would it be enough?

Would his touch be gentle enough to coax heat back into her cold limbs?
Would his love be enough to fill the emptiness that was…

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2 thoughts on “Key To Her Heart

  1. When I read this earlier today I was hoping you would read it. I thought it was excellent.

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