My Heart

My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place.

I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.

My truth will always be a sweet and soft sorrow. It’s really quite lovely; please don’t feel sad for it.

And yet, it is lonely, and home only to me.

I wonder what lives within the hearts of the others.