Junk Field Heart

Posted on by Shreya Joshi Posted in PoetryTagged , ,

I don’t have a junk box,
Just a junk field in my heart,
Where I store the memories,
The good, the bad, & the ugly,
Chambers are decorated with grudges,
Carved by pins, knives, and bullets,
Some fresh, some rusted,
All gifted in the name of love,
You can’t ignore the thick stench,
Of bad blood and dead hopes,
The cacophonic murmurs,
Voices that just don’t stop,
Finally a strong iron wall,
To keep all that contained within.

For NaPoWriMo Day 10.

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21 thoughts on “Junk Field Heart”

  1. Reply
    katiemiafrederick says:

    Hehe Shreya… i Write in Poetic Free Verse Responses to So
    Many Folks Globally i Do My Best Now Not to Repeat the Same
    True Life Stories to Each Person… i don’t think i’ve mentioned this

    One Yet for The Eternal Teenager Wife

    Princess At 51 Was more Like

    A Cinderella Princess for

    Sure Where Courage

    And Kindness Rules

    More Than Any Glass Slippers to boot
    She Climbed 40 Foot Trees at Age Eight
    Looking Over Roofs Of Neighbors Homes
    Who were Lucky Enough to Have Food and

    Water Her Chance

    To Pick Fresh Fruit

    And Live a Little bit better life…

    True One of Her Earliest Memories

    Is of Her Stepfather Over Her Bed With a Knife

    And One Day A Thief Broke Into Their Home And

    Tried to Get in Bed With Her And Her Sister And

    Fortunately Quickly Ran Away True This

    Is What it may Take to make a Woman

    Strong Enough to Stand by Her

    Man In Real HeLL ON EartH

    Shut-in for 66 Months

    With 19 Medical

    Disorders including

    Type Two Trigeminal

    Neuralgia the Worst Pain Known

    To Humankind Actually Assessed

    As Literally Worse than the Torture of

    Real Crucifixion From Wake to Sleep

    No Drug Would Touch for 66 Months…

    The Scars Are What May Make us Strongest

    If We Overcome Them Dear FRiEnD Seen Your Rainy Day Stormy

    Scars Already They only Impress me too as You Are Still Standing Tall

    It is the Boot Camps of Life That Naturally Come That Allow Us to Stand

    Tall With

    Scars

    To Roar

    The Most Free

    As Long as We Seek and Find

    Victory Instead of Vengeance Now my FRiEnD..:)

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