I will show you my heart

but you must help me find it.

It’s been years since I’ve gotten it out;

things are piled on top of it.

I’m pretty sure it’s in this corner.

I put it in a silver box,

or was it blue?

I know it was a pretty one,

I wanted it to be special,

I didn’t want my heart to feel unloved.

It’s so much safer here;

you can’t believe the trouble it used to be.

There! See the ribbon?

Can you get to it?

I don’t know how things got so cluttered;

it started with just a few things

and then a few more.

You know how it is.

by Cher Bibler