A heart

There once was a girl in need of a heart

For who would she be if she had nothing to give?

She searched and searched

High and low, so, so low

She thought she had found one a time or two

But they never quite fit.

She found one in a dark corner, lit by the embers of a cigarette.

She felt like it was real, and when ripped away, she was left with a hole in her chest once again.

She then found one that practically forced its way in, and she was happy. But that heart left her too when it stopped beating.

Now, she has realized, she didn’t need to find a heart at all, she just needed the ability to see that she already had one, and it just needed to know it was safe to come out and play.

Her chest was a warzone, but now it was a fortress, with walls strong enough to be safe,

A door to let the right ones in,

And windows to watch the beautiful world around her without fear.

~A