Brian’sPoems

Ambiguity

...can be a great comfort.

She says,
He is my heart.
Her words seize my soul,
the metaphor rings so true.

He is my heart too,
and nothing seems more tenuous
in times of uncertainty
than my beating heart.

I close my eyes and sigh,
I can’t take this anymore.

Gently,
my stillness reveals
anger and grief,
my obstinate refusal
to accept any loss,
my inability
not to seek remedy
for each tiny suffering.

The meaning of my pain,
though ambiguous,
compels a peaceful search
for a deeper understanding,
and the sacred duty
to keep my heart strong.