I Hope You See My Heart
- Madie
- Feb 21, 2020
- 2 min read

Art by: @dani.r.art
A puzzle with pieces that don't all fit together
Some glued down with certainty
Some I'm too afraid to turn over
Some were buried in the backyard by the swing set
Others I hold proudly as if trophies
Some I bind in casts
Some with wounds I let fester
And I, along with those who I hold close, will pay for that
The heart is not what we perceive it to be
Too often this vital organ is framed as our soul
Practicality becomes blindsided by romanticism
I'm not as I appear on the surface, and neither are you
I'm not my face
I'm not my clothes
I'm not my body
I'm not a dancer, writer, my occupation
Those are things I do
Not who I am
My "heart" is composed of passions, scars, and heartbreaks
It holds my generosity
It holds my light
I am soft, yet sharp
Fragile, yet rugged
A setting sun laced with dark clouds
I hide boxes of old memories in every dark corner of this dwelling place
Some I've emptied
Others I've let collect dust
Some I've gotten rid of
But they've crept their way back in
Uninvited
Some I pry open when the present circumstances don't suffice
And every once in a while, w
When the sun shines just right,
I crack a window and let the light trail inside.
I hide my true cowardice under painted layers of bravery
Though with trembling hands I will fiercely protect those I treasure- don't cross me here
I've got a kind heart and a gentle spirit
A rough exterior and a warrior component
As you can see, a lot of my pieces don't make sense when placed together
A Picasso-like level of intricacy
I can take things out of context when I'm under stress
I'm not your assumptions- not too many know me
Valuable things are often kept under lock and key
I'm one to weigh my options carefully
I'm not a short fuse
Just ignited by passion
Writing all of this just so one person can read it
An advocate of direct communication
But I don't want the glass to shatter by coming from a place of arrogant disposition
True feelings buried under confusion and dissociation
My body's own way of protection
I've bled my soul on this paper
And it still doesn't seem like enough
But after all of this
I hope you can see my heart
I leave a piece of it behind in my every attempt at art
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