The Hole in My Heart

29Jul10

I found a hole in my heart.

Like a child, too young to have learned her shapes,
I picked up a piece.
I pounded him into the hole, hoping he’d fit.
I pounded,
And pounded,
And pounded.
Eventually I realized he was too round.

I found a second piece.
I pounded at him,
Smashed and twisted him too,
Hoping he’d fit into the hole in my heart.
Eventually, I realized he was too square.

There was a third piece.
I picked him up and pounded at him.
I smashed,
And pounded,
And twisted,
And pounded,
And pushed,
And pounded.
Eventually, the effort exhausted me,
And I threw a tantrum.

When the tears dried,
I looked at the hole in my heart,
And I looked at the pieces.
Eventually, I realized the only piece who would fit
Was tucked in my pocket,
Was hidden from view,
Was round with sharp edges,
Was imperfect in shape, yet a perfect fit.

I looked at the hole in my heart,
Eventually I realized the piece missing…
Was Me.