in the graveyard of one’s heart

in the graveyard of one’s heart
are the skeletons of the past

where only ghosts roam the grounds
part of the world immortal vast

sepulcher upon sepulcher
of dark energy smolders

yet the blood and the body
only grow colder

and in this deep cavity
where my chilled heart lay

a misty path is carved
awaiting the light of day

but no matter where i go
and no matter what i do

my heart controls me
and yours controls you

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AN EXPLANATION.

Why am I publishing this guy when it’s not even October yet? I’m not entirely sure. But I just wrote this poem yesterday after I woke up, and I knew it needed to go live on the blog.

Yesterday I had this recurring phrase in my head: In the graveyard of one’s heart. I have no idea where this came from, but I knew this would become part of a poem, much like the tone and material of “My Heart is a Fortress,” which you can read here. (That poem is my take on a person’s heart steeling itself from negative energy. Therefore, the heart becomes a fortress that blockades itself.) Well, “in the graveyard of my heart” can be seen as  continuation of this first poem, and we’re just going to move a little bit away from the fortress and into the… Well, graveyard.

There is no getting around the fact that we as humans have a tendency to harbor past experiences and emotions. We wallow in our grief and keep our skeletons in the closet for centuries, until we’re either rotted dry by our pain or we expose ourselves to the light of day. And even when we do find and give forgiveness, even when we do admit our wrongdoings, we still hold onto traces of the past, whether it’s intentional or not.

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QUICK UPDATE.

Thank you again for sticking with me in this blog. I hope you enjoyed this poem, and that you’ll stay around for Friday’s post as well! ❤

Recently I just got back to college in California, and it’s a whirlwind of emotions. I’ve only got one more semester left, which is a weird feeling in general. But I’m ready to get this done and continue flying whenever I can. You will probably be reading a lot of “emotional” posts from me as I navigate this transitional period of my life. But I feel so blessed to be able to be here on this Earth.

❤ ❤ ❤

Until Friday,

-Katie Kay.