by Vanessa Bernsmann
where does my heart begin and where does it end?
how can I tell what is in it?
how long, once hurt, does it take to mend?
the yearning inside - how do I still it?
who can I ask - what signs do I look for?
how do I know when it?s time
to seek what feeling and to open which door?
to let go the darkness inside.
my heart is a mystery, I?ve left for too long
I regard it as I would a past friend
I recognize its form, but it strikes me as wrong
as I?m confused to its beginning and end.
how deep is my heart and how can I give it?
who will understand, what to me is unknown?
how hard will it be to have faith and to live it?
how deep is my heart
and how alone.