READY TO LISTEN

There is a kind of knowing

That lives in your heart

It has no form or shape

It has no empirical data

It’s abstract action

An emotional drawing

That takes residence

Like a cockroach

Drunk on absinthe

A horrible knowledge

You know exists

But your brain

It’s a coward

Not as brave as your heart

So you nail the door closed

And hide in the dark

Hoping you’re wrong

But… your heart

Has proven itself

Time and time again

So you get dressed

Put on one of your smiles

And answer the door

Ready to hear

What your heart

Has been trying to say

NOTE:

I remember a time I knew a truth that hadn’t been told. I tried to change the truth but it persisted and one night I confronted it and asked the person to tell me the truth. And though I knew what was coming I was devastated. My heart knew but my brain wasn’t so sure. I listen to my heart now. It’s smart. It has a lot to say.