25th February, 2015. 4:00pm
For decades my heart has been kept in the dark,
Frozen with no way to leave its mark
like a firework without a spark.
But just like a courageous knight in shining armor,
In he goes and saved it from the glowing ember,
freeing my heart from getting darker.
Into the drawer, in a room filled with golden vault
lay boxes inside, where yours is kept hidden,
beating faster, doing a somersault.
He pried it open and saw only half a heart,
cut in the middle like a work of art.
Here, he said, take hers instead
and use it for both of you.
In one swift move he went and take a flight,
our hearts in hand with all his might.
Come, trust me, he utter,
I promise, I’ll make things better.
About the concept:
For our assignment today, I used the drawer as the place where every heart is kept, waiting for it to find its match. The “he” in the poem refers to fate; destiny, if you prefer. I chose to write about this thinking of no one in particular, but simply to show that perhaps, this time, I am ready.
I don’t know if I did the ode right, but I hope I did because the point of the poem is to celebrate having the chance of finding someone that would help make things bearable, if not better than ever.