Midnight in Her Heart
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Midnight in her heart
Soft padding steps along serpentine paths
Murky light betraying a blackened world
Yet sure footwork on this trek through life.
Midnight in her heart,
Questions, so many questions, of
Why must we live this way?
Answers, so few answers, to move her along.
Midnight in her heart,
Open wound of caring,
Tears hitchhike words of kindred spirits,
Elixirs to satisfy the pain of this world.
Midnight in her heart,
Still beating firm and comforting others,
Her own damage borne of shadows and ilk,
Salved for her next foray into dawning more light.
Midnight in her heart,
Defies and defines beauty, love and caring
Defies them because often she gets trampled
Defines them because she can do nothing less
Midnight in her heart,
Realm of light and love and clarity,
Resurgence of that which draws her strength and
That which many adore.
May peace befall the midnight in her heart.
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Just gorgeous....what can I say. You write so beautifully, transporting my soul to another place....
Hi G! I always love it when you pop in for a comment. You lift my heart and I feel I should write and post more! For a writer, this is an incredible feeling. I love support like this. Thank you for caring and sharing because that fuels the muse...
That ‘her’ with the midnight in her heart, is a remarkable woman, and you seem to understand her? I always get sad when I see or read the ability of a man to understand the heart of a woman. When you get the time, sir, please go check my hub “My favorite hubbers”.
Hello Guinevere, How's my friend and author doing? This poem was triggered last night by another Hubber who commented on something I wrote that I felt was not good (I feel that way about a lot of my writing...). She lives in the UK and read my Hub around midnight her time. What she wrote moved me to write this poem. Don't you love it when that ol' muse sneaks in on you? I did not look too hard at this poem. I appreciate the positive feedback for sure! I write best "in the moment" it seems. Thank you for your kind support. I'm looking forward to October's writer's conference! We'll all have a great time!
Hello MartieCoester,
She is indeed a remarkable woman. This is apparent in her writings. I would leave to her whether I understand that which she's revealed, but I do connect with her. Her words sing to me. This is not poetic rhetoric, just simple truth. I'm intrigued by your sadness. In some ways my empathic nature feels like a curse at times. I will immediately go to your hub. Thank you for reading and commenting. As a writer I thrive on feedback and the knowledge that something I write moves in others. I love to go to other Hubbers and leave them something as well. That's how I met "myownworld". Everyone should read her words/heart.
I will write something about the sadness. Perhaps a poem. Yes, we see our heart and soul in our writings, but we are not only heart and soul. We are many other things too. In real life you'll see all those other things, except the heart and the soul.
Michael, I'm just sitting here struggling with words... while I have always marveled at their ability to reach out, I have often found them limited too in conveying the true depth of an emotion. After all, there in only so much one can convey through words.... and a softness in a smile, a silent understanding in the eyes... or a grateful happy nod are just some of those things lost between the lines...
Ah.. I blame this hour of the night again... when alone with my thoughts... I come here to create... and read... and be. One is so vulnerable at this time, and it seems as if one is completely in tune (and at peace) with one's inner self. And then to read words like yours.... to feel them stand out against the paper (or is it the screen?) and to come alive before one's eyes. That happened as I read this... little knowing that I had inspired them.... all along just thinking, 'god, how could he have summed up my pain so well... how could he have known?'
Moments like these yes.... 'Elixirs to satisfy the pain of this world.'
Thank you - with tears that softly fall...and the smile of peace you brought within....
Hi MartieCoester,
I look forward to that poem. Strange that there's a certain joy in sadness. Most likely because sadness is such a shared emotion. The blues musically are universal because of underlying sadness, I believe. Thank you again for including me on your list. I've now read a number of new hubbers, well, new to me, that are fantastic. Thank you!
Hello myownworld,
Eight months ago when I discovered your Hub on arranged marriages I knew I had found an intuitive and insightful writer. Then your piece on men and pornography solidified your talent for learning, understanding and communicating through words.
The image of you struggling with words refuses to form in my mind, yet I know all too well what that is like. Your prose is lovely, even in your comments. Yesterday, when I wrote about the struggle to write when your mind is a mess, your comment caught my muse and we soared. I felt no choice but to write whereas that morning I felt everything but writing.
Your heart shows in the words that flow from your hands. Your passion and compassion mingle within your topics, topics that scream for solution yet we know one is not easily forthcoming. Yet you eloquently rage against calamities, raging but softly, pleading for people to educate and understand life. There cannot be such strong, passionate, educated, eloquent, heartfelt writing without pain. I feel it in myself. I aspire to write as truthfully and as authentic as you. Each day I step closer. Each positive comment lifts my steps.
I am grateful that the poem placed a smile within you. The great thing about smiles is that one begets another. With mine comes a soulful sigh. Midnight in your heart must be a beautiful place...
I just re-read your comment and I am amazed at how gently you sculpt words. That soft smile, those silent, understanding eyes and the happy nod I can believe are never missed between your lines. Exquisite.
GPAGE Level 4 Commenter 21 months ago
Very cool Michael!!! I love this one...like the beautiful visions I get while reading this.
Midnight in her heart,
Open wound of caring,
Tears hitchhike words of kindred spirits,
Elixirs to satisfy the pain of this world.
WOW!!!!!! VERY cool these lines are!!! Best, G