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How To Walk an Embittered Heart
by Ken HarnischOne should walk an embittered heart
As he does his dog, although the dog doesn’t
Question where you go, or why, and only wants
Your companionship as he ambles along,
Sniffing the weeds and wood, until you give him a gentle
Tug on the leash and you both turn for home.
However, gentle tugs, even crying jags, will not
Turn a heart away from its weeds
Or its poisons, and more often than not,
Where it wants to go, one often follows
Without the strength to alter the inevitable
Tragedy of the destination. 06/20/2007 Posted on 06/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/20/07 at 02:13 PM I can almost hear you reading this aloud...... sometimes it is soft.... slow, with a sort of sadness in your voice, others it is with a calm acceptance... Funny isn't it how we go through life, and how I wonder does the heart become embittered??? Would we choose to live elsewise so as to not let it??? That I guess says nothing of the poem itself, and I wonder if it is an acceptable comment, but you know me, I write my mind.... and I still say you write the heart better than anyone I know |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 06/20/07 at 08:50 PM The last three lines really struck me. I think they ring true for many people, including myself. Great read. ~JPP |
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