Trespassing

By Yeshaswini Srihari

Trespassing:

To enter someone’s land or property without permission

My heart was made a home

By trespassers, who had no intention of staying.

They dug at the walls of my heart

They used pieces, which had no chance to heal

Pieces so sharp, that their love only meant pain

My heart was made a home by the reckless. 

No welcome mat at the broken down door

No ceiling to protect the floor 

No windows to let in the light 

My structure was failing, 

And I had no support. 

My heart was made a home 

And the fireplace was lit, but left unattended 

Even after their stay had ended 

And what was left of my heart 

Was turned into ash, burning so bright 

But soon turning darker than the night 

My heart was in ruins.

My doors now remain locked 

The windows are barred 

This fireplace will now never see light 

Unless there’s a love that’s willing to fight 

To fight for me to unlock my heart 

And let them replace the pain with art

By Yeshaswini Srihari