A heart without love soon turns to stone,
its wounded inside and weeps all alone.
The ages of time won’t heal the pain,
anger and rage lingers and remains.
No time to forgive or allow it to heal,
afraid to give it away or permit it to feel.
Thorns of the days dig deep into the heart,
causing it to bleed and tears it apart.
A heart keeps beating regardless of its sorrow,
it goes on thumping each and every tomorrow.
The stone is heavy and it hard to tote around,
nothing brings happiness…only creates a frown.
A heart of stone doesn’t have any feelings,
its like walls without windows or ceilings.
It takes a beating from the weathering of time,
residue continues to erect a barrier in the mind.
My heart is full of love and tomorrows,
overflows with strength and never any sorrows.
There’s “no” way to penetrate love into a stone,
it leaves a person sad and to go it alone.
If you sense your love is turning to stone,
don’t allow deposits to gather and make it a home.
Push them aside and rid your heart of its burning inside,
allow your heart to mend and be filled with lots of pride.
A heart cannot turn to stone when there’s a spark of love,
let the beauty of your tomorrows fly in like a white dove.
There’s another out there waiting to show you they care,
keep an opened heart and allow them to enter in and to share.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem; and I wanted to share this because a heart that shuts out love will end up lost.
Barbara Kasey Smith – Copyright 2009 – Use with Permission Only