My Heart

Perfect walls surround the walls of my heart.

A heart of glass—

So fragile, so breathtaking—

So unique.

The walls are made of pearls and silver,

Melted together with sapphires and emeralds,

Blended with jades and rubies.

It’s sparkles different colors, shimmering in-

The sunlight— and the Moonlight.

The inner wall inside this beautiful wall

Is made of refined, pure gold.

Sunstones are scattered across the top edge.

Written unto the very center are words—

Words of such beauty and love,

They ring of joy and meaning.

Yet there is another wall that surrounds both,

It is made of white stone,

Unblemished and pure.

In these stones are engraved names,

All who are named—are allowed to enter.

Thriving green vines grow across the stone,

They produce bright colorful flowers,

Flowers that have never been seen before.

And unto the very center, inside the last wall—

There lies a beautiful crystal room.

There is a light coat of untouched snow that lies on the ground.

The columns are made of ice,

Carved to portray the most beautiful memories.

There is a table, it is made of water,

It moves yet keeps its place and shape.

There also, were three doors.

The first door was made of pine,

It was painted in shades of colors never seen before,

And it glowed in the shimmering light like a rainbow.

It was unlocked, and inside every happy-

Joyful, beautiful, lovely, pure memory was displayed.

The second, which sat at the far right,

Was made of stainless steel,

It was coated with the night sky,

And the stars were displayed across it.

The door was also unlocked,

And inside lay every beautiful—

Good, awe-inspiring, joyous thing ever to be done.

The final door, which lay between the two doors

Was made of tar.

It glittered with black diamonds,

And there was a lock of iron.

Nothing could get in—

And nothing could get out.

Yet if one could see inside—

They would find a room so dark…

Filled with every sorrow, grief, pain, and confused thought.

Jars of tears were scattered across woven shelves,

Nightmares and memories of hurt were written on the walls.

If the door had been unlocked,

One could have shed light

On the memories of and in the dark.

Yet the door remained locked.

Trapped inside a crystal room,

Behind a gold wall with sunstones scattered across the top edge,

And a silver wall embedded with

Pearls, and sapphires, and emeralds—

And jades, and rubies, and sparkling with-

Hundreds of different colors.

Behind a wall of pure white stone—

Scattered with flowers never seen before—

Along the unblemished wall with names yet to be- carved in it.

Visible to any who are permitted to enter.