"Words of Heart" --by RusticWoodArt

....i grew, a heavy heart….

—-good natured and kindly objects of activity,
were these favorites who came to play their wares,
what did they know that i wanted none of their things,
and so i closed the door for what seemed an eternity of space;

....and still, my heart grew heavy….

—-’infants of babylon’ where the ideas super-imposed within my head,
these thoughts that left a residue of sickly sweet,
just as when i used to create after the whims of other’s,
who having payed my way drew their interest from past due;

....and so, my heart lumbered on….

—-tis not for other’s to tell me of what i can,
was a passing thought that came riding on leafy winds,
and as this seed lay dormant in the fertile soul of mind,
i knew was time to close this shop from the pecking peeps of outsider’s grins;

....never missing a beat, my heart plied on…..

—-today i stopped along my art-full way to look,
at this rising surge that beats within my chest,
where seeing the goodness of all that has been before,
can be the ‘just is’ of giving thanks for what not yet seen shall yet be;

....today,
my heart,
started to breathe,
again!