My Armored Heart.
I walk down the hall.
No one says “hello”
In class, someone whispers about me.
Does it hurt?
No, the pain stopped when the cold came.
A chilling metal enclosed my heart,
Shutting out the pain.
I wake up, a new day.
I walk down the hall.
“Hello!” I hear.
Who is this? A new face, a Stranger.
The metal wrapping my heart bends.
The stranger is nice,
Her face showing only kindness.
We walk together.
Weeks go by.
The stranger and I are now good friends.
The metal around my heart begins to melt.
Months go by.
The metal has disappeared,
Replaced by something stronger and warm.
My heart is joyous,
For the change is gladly welcomed.
No longer does it suffer the cold metal.
It skips around, free of all it’s weights.
Everything is well
But I see a dark cloud on the horizon
The stranger is acting differently,
She is weak, and leans on me a lot.
She confronts me with news.
“I’m dying” she says
I stare at he longingly.
I feel the metal begin to return.
My heart is no longer free.
We spend our last days together,
But it is merely a stall
A stall of what can’t be stopped.
I walk into the stranger’s room.
It is empty.
I search for anything to show she’s still here.
I find a note.
“our love was never meant to be,
For I’ve been sick since I’ve been three.
When death came horribly near,
The doctors sent me here.
I was going to pass away miserably,
But you’ve given such a gift to me.
I have given nothing but despair,
To you, so sweet and fair.
Please forgive me, the stranger.”
My eyes begin to sting.
I sit down in the empty room.
My head is so hot,
But my heart, so cold.
The warm. Light protection is no more,
For my heart is encircled again,
But by something else this time,
Something colder and stronger.
My heart is captured by a cold steel skin.
But this new armor doesn’t take the pain away.
It keeps the pain in,
Never to escape the prison of my heart.