Raw heart.
That’s how I was born.
My heart was created raw,
Open,
Fresh,
Touchable.
Our hearts,
From our first breath,
Cascaded into the world
And the world cascaded back.
Open to every touch and sensation, every beat expanded us outward.
Love,
Joy,
Like sunlight on our raw hearts.
Sunlight burns as well as warms.
Disappointment.
Loss.
Ache.
Tiny cuts and gaping wounds.
At some point I began to make my armor.
Carefully (though unconsciously) crafted,
Soft and supple as fine leather,
A case to stop the wounds
And hold in the warmth against a cold world.
Leather, over time, becomes stiff and inflexible.
That which holds in warmth also holds it out.
All unawares, I found my heart constricted by the armor of my making,
Wrapped and numb,
Barely able to beat.
Time to rip the cover off.
“Foolish,” I hear them say.
“An unprotected heart is doomed to pain and
The unexpected fatal blow.”
True enough.
I accept that.
A heart constricted will die as surely,
More slowly,
And perhaps more painfully.
I’d rather be a fool.
I want my raw heart.
cuhullen 
I know this feeling! Only I am stuck between wanting to tear it off and being too afraid to do it! Great writing my friend!
Thanks. I enjoy your work very much as well. It challenges me to rise to a higher level in my writing.
Thank you very much!
amazing narrative..
Thanks. This one means a lot to me.
I read it and I can’t breathe. You lifted up the floor on deep and put a miner’s headlight on what’s beyond. Thank you for this..it got me.
Thanks for reading it. I was just checking out your work as well and I enjoy it.
Beautiful poetry Bro. I do wish too that I retained my raw heart for childood. When you can be happy with the simplest of things, and that innocense is an innate nature, so are honesty, humily, love and generosity. The world would be a better place is only everyone will go back and remember what a true raw and sincere heart means.
Thanks, Island Traveler. That openess is frightfully east to lose and difficult to get back, but I’m working on it.
this is so true. we all are born with that beautiful heart and yes, it most probably will be nice to have it back again!
If we get lucky or smart or brave or desperate enough to want it back again. Often we don’t even realize we’ve lost it.
true words. mostly we dont realize the fact that we have lost it!
This is a great poem, I really can relate to it. It is amazing how we rebuild this armour over and over and that the tearing off is such repetitious process. If only I could live victoriously in Christ in my own vulnereability.
We can. You can.
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From my friend @Cuhullen, an inspiring reminder.
Reblogged my friend. Most inspiring words to think on!
Thank you for sharing and reblogging. I appreciate you, my friend.
I appreciate you, your words make my gears turn, bring fresh sightlines to me!
So true and yet so hard to do. Looking forward to reading more. You are a great writer!
Thanks. I enjoyed your post, as well.