On the Capacity of the Heart

by young-lovers-eyes

This is a series of six poems that tell of a mental state not unlike many of yours. Insecurity, value and worth, love. You name it, it's in here.

1. I

I

Sometimes

I try to find the bottom of my soul.

I lay still

And close my eyes

And I imagine myself traveling through

A very deep

Dark

Tunnel

To a place that may or may not exist.

At the end of that tunnel should be a light.

And that light should encase my soul.

But every time I embark

To that mythical location

I find that the tunnel goes on and on

And no matter how long or far I travel

That light stays just as far away

As it was when I started out.