The Mouth of Her Heart
~Handle With Care~
[80 – Words]
8-05-08

She speaks;
And the curtain opens to show all
Her window-dressed world of pseudo-perfection:
Her frozen stage
Where she does not feel.

She writes;
And her soul takes the pen,
Attempting to speak what hides behind the tinted window:
To speak reality
No matter how dark.
Every word a mirror,
Reflecting in truth her hearts real brokenness.

Her heart lies, open, on little bits of scrap paper
Hidden within her walls.
As the ink dries on the paper scraps,
The words whimpered secretly by that broken soul
Are laid out, cold and ruthlessly bare:
Does she trust you enough to show you her pain?
Can she trust you enough to show you her words?

Will you mishandle the scraps of her soul she’s lent to you,
And break her further?
You tear her apart as you rip and tear her words to shreds.
Careless caustic comments corrode her already hollow heart.

Handle the words with care:
She writes often but reveals rarely.
Each word handed to you by trembling hands
Contains the warning:
Fragile soul,
Handle with care.