Seek Not My Heart

"If love is a universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure?
I'm sure the psychologists have an answer to that question. And I'm just as sure it's a different answer than a poet would give.
Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain."

Seek Not My Heart

by Kit McCallum

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,

Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,

Do not you sense my fear and doubt?

'Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,

Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,

Do not you see my hearts a'skew?

Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,

Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,

For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,

Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.

It's drifting o're the gentle rain,

A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,

Conjoined with all the sorrow there.

It's lost among the stars this night,

Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,

For simply ... it has torn apart.