By Joseph Hesch
Not very long ago I learned how
hearts react to warmth,
heads can be turned by words, and
vision blurred by the strain of the search.
It was when I realized we cover ourselves
in so many protective layers,
spun by those words like wire on a spool,
sometimes welding these bindings around us
into a cocoon with the heat of our beating hearts.
I wondered why we are unwilling
to shed our armor or even look within?
Do we fear the inevitable hurt from the other
or even from ourselves?
We’re two puzzles, each with pieces missing,
our souls seeking that other to complete us.
We all deserve to find that one,
recognize him, hold her.
That’s the part so few achieve. The Holding.
I know that such a communion exists.
It exists in the moment,
and for some it can last forever.
This I learned when I finally opened my eyes,
and you recognized me.
This is my weekly poem posted for dVerse Poets Pub's Open Link Night, which, son of a gun, I happen to be hosting tonight. Why don't stop on by and check out the many poets, themes, styles and talents getting together for this week's all-nighter?