The Poet

I am split in half

Peeling to the walls

Waiting in this frozen fire

to be pulled from the flames

I feel as if my soul was stolen or fragmented

When you left

I felt you took pieces of me away

Take me back to Zion

Where the Kotel filled with prayers, stands

Take me to our homeland 

Take me close to G-d

and please let her hear this prayer

It is time to wake. To remove the vision of a place where only I can go. To barely escape. To leave behind the hazy nothingness of my subconscious. To open my eyes and find it.

To be one

In the night

and when I wake

It lies there in your shapes and lines and hues. It is obscure how they join to become an elegant portrait like yourself. In the background my angels feud for who will keep more of me. I sneak and hide and cry usually. Because of my conscience. Because of every burden. I wish only to be alone. Yet wanted so badly, the most wanted there is. Something of a contradiction.

There is danger among here

I cannot go a day without my heart being stolen

and when it is returned to me

it is worn and defeated,

and I wonder for an instant if this shattered heart is worth wearing

anymore.