The Thinking Heart

By Ashley Barron

9th Grade Poem Winner from THS

When you drop a glass bottle it breaks.

Everything in the bottle spills out,

it covers the floor.

But hearts,

Are they like glass bottles?

If they get dropped do they break?

Are our tears the contents of the bottle?

Spilling,

covering the floor?

They say our hearts can explain things,

the things our brains can not.

But when you ask a heart to make a choice,

you should listen to your brain.

Hearts pick what makes them happy,

even if it’s only a moment.

Hearts will run into a battle unarmed,

hearts will hurt themselves to be happy.

My heart,

it thought and thought.

But it talked itself into what it thought would make it happy,

what it thought would make it happy forever.

Is there a such thing as happily ever after it ask?

It had been dropped so many times,

so many time before it met you.

But until it met you,

my heart,

it never broke.

My heart told me that it had been dropped,

dropped for the last time.

Nothing was left of it as it fell,

it shattered before even hitting the ground.

I can now say yes,

your heart is like a glass bottle.

When it falls it breaks.

And yes,

crying is the contents of our hearts spilling out,

covering the floor.

I can now also say no.

No heart,

There is no happily ever after,

nothing can make you happy forever.

Just like a glass bottle,

you must being to pick the pieces of your heart up,

Off the floor,

slowly not to cut your finger,

not to damage anything else.

It many feel like you’re in the middle of a storm,

no end in sight.

But still u forge on,

picking up the pieces of your heart.

You realize that you can’t throw this broken bottle out,

because it’s your heart,

it’s you.