Heart

Not behind glass but solid steel

lies the beat of her heart

determined to not ere again

go to another location.

Heart in the past used to dress up

and go out on walk-abouts

but the everyday dirt and grime

like the weight of a brick.

That constriction no happy state

so tears rose up and out

to cleanse, no doubt, God given grace

that needed to be visible.

But closeted so heart now mourns

because it knows, has always known,

that it needs to be dressed up and out

to live up to its potential.

But it thinks of that dirt and grim

and the emotional cleanse of grace

and with sadness looks sometimes

at that unused hat and coat.

Maybe, just maybe, one day again

it will venture into the elements

knowing that tears simply a means

of cleaning what cannot be sullied.