Poem from My Bleeding Heart


I think and can only picture the tears fall, into the lake of my heart

I feel but can only imagine release, comfort of a friend

I yearn but can only hold my hand out, a feeble attempt at nothing at all

I hear but can only hope to understand, through the screen of my soul

I speak but cannot articulate myself, constant words express nothing

I pray but cannot commune with God, sitting in silence with walls

I hope but seem to dwell in depression, the hole in my heart

I see but can only hope I forget, yearning hearts cannot be quenched

I laugh but only pretend joy, the residue of sadness clings

I need but cannot find the voice to speak, my soul, silent mute

I will remain silent and still as the walls, thoughts resonating like echoes




About Valerie Christine

I have been writing since I was 13 and was published for the first time at the age of 14. Writing has always been a place to share, to be, to feel with no interruptions. No rules. No judgment. Every piece is like a photograph, a moment in time that only truly exists for that moment because there will never be another moment exactly like it. See, every moment is unique with many variables making it set apart from the next and the next. And so with words, as with pictures, we capture these moments. Like capturing a tear or a laugh or a snowflake. Because truly the only variable is change. And so in words I seek to capture and remember what inevitably shifts and changes. View all posts by Valerie Christine

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