Her Heart

I'm starting to think that I should tell what the poem is about in the first paragraph or else just start the post straight out with the poem. I don't really get why I even write this paragraph. I'm leaning more towards just starting straight out with the poem. That way you can decide for yourself what you think the poem is about before you really know. I've also been thinking about changing the format of my reviews. I'll have to think on all of this but you'll know soon enough what I decide. In the meantime, enjoy the poem for this week.

Her Heart

The book was
her heart
The words were
her soul

The book was
witness to
e-ver-y-thing.
It was there for
the first kiss,
brother dying,
Mama leaving,
Papa crying

The book was
there for the shot
with its loud boom
and eruption of blood
that brought the cold
darkness that brought
the light from above

The book was
her still heart
The words were
her uplifted soul

I got the idea for this during NaNo and I just haven't gotten around to writing it yet. It's about a girl who writes poetry in a little notebook that she carries everywhere. When she dies, the book is buried with her. It took me a while to get it going but I like it. Here's to hoping you do too.