Stormy Heart
A heart like mine
Fickle,
But generous
I welcome him,
Them
We are us.
Shades start to peel
Revealing hwo they are
Msqueraders.
Once more,
I’ve been deceived.
There are many
Coming through my open door
My sister advises
I should have a selection method
Tight and soundproof
But that way, I tell her
I might block the real thing
Cut the oxygen to my heart
What if there’s nothing left of a heart?
I see splinters.
Another time a friend asks,
Have I any children?
‘No’.
‘I am sure there have been men.’
‘So?’
‘At your age they’ve given you no children?’
‘They’ve given me principles,’
He laughs,
I tell him there’s another thing,
Absent fathers
Missing husbands
Lone mothers
There are too many.
Now I am seated by the ocean
Wind roars,
Waves roll and rock with the shore
Turbulence swells
Just like it is
With my stormy heart.
Published in her third poetry collection, Give me room to move my feet. Amalion Publishing, 2009.
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