May 10, 2010 18:48
There is a place
where broken-hearted people go
not in the cemetery where the birds fly high
above the stones, whose song carries me
while I lay sleeping on barrowed earth
waiting for the sky to open wide
swallow me whole
locked up inside
There is a place
where broken hearted people go
it’s a place that everyone can know
if they just let themselves try
it’s a place called “home”
where Love resides
and inside you will find
a light turned on to welcome you
saying “come in from the cold,”
and a smile spread wide
and a hand reaching out for you
that will never turn you away
broken-hearted people,
poetry