Heart of Gold.
A golden heart cares much
For those she loves
and does much too
Every remark
cold or warm
Is love
Every thought
harsh or soft
Is love
Every act
selfish or sacrifice
Is love
Therefore
a heart of gold gives much
receives little because
a heart of gold is hard to break into
But it is not their fault they love
It is ours--we exist
No matter how much we try
we cannot chip though it because they are always right
even when you suppose you
do right by your attempt to dig yourself out from a miry grave you dug for yourself
he turns even this situation on you
That's the 'problem' with a heart of gold
from its perspective, everything is always
darker dirtier impure because
everyone else even he
is trapped in a grave
Stay still, dig deep or get out of there
there's still dirt to be erased
and you're wrong all ways
Proclaims a heart
made of gold,
Desire for perfection-eternal.
©2020 by Ayo Okikiolu.
Context:
Trying to understand a perfectionist I knew, I wrote this poem.
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