The Wooden Heart

No one may notice an empty mind,

But everyone can feel a carved heart,

Sometimes the closest are so blind,

Till it's too late and you quietly depart.

Each carving upon this Wooden instrument,

Reveals a promise and growing testament,

This will never be scorn away,

Nor will it fade from any dismay.

The only forgiveness is to carve deeper,

To hide the betrayal of the cheater,

To confide acceptance for another healer,

To burn the chips and spread the ashes of your lost cedar.

Each kinship carved its place upon the heart,

Sometimes overlapping what's been forgotten,

Every carving that needed to be dismissed,

Left an empty scar that would cease to exist.

To carve deeper for redemption from the maliciousness,

Meant to sacrifice a piece to the villainous,

Smaller in size to provide no more pride,

You are dying inside before the truths even collide.

Each Carving upon this Wooden Heart,

Was a new beginning to take part,

Only so much before you fall apart,

And have to use an artificial heart.