Filling the Hole in My Heart
THERE’S A HOLE IN MY HEART
There’s a door in the hole in my heart.
When I open it
the light goes on.
I see Tupperware
and cheddar cheese
cherry yogurt
and dip
leftover meatloaf
(ohh… on rye bread with mayonnaise and red onions)
And something green and fuzzy.
I close it. It’s time to restock.
I’ll get some pride
and some courage.
Love, yeah, I like love.
I’ll find some me-power
and say no when I want.
What else?
Some support
and understanding
and maybe a warm fuzzy.
I’ll fill up the hole in my heart.
This is a poem I wrote in October 1991. I had attended a self-image class to help me lose weight and it did for a little while. This is a “Hallmark” of a poem but the metaphors are valid. I would love to see the psychological readings in the foods, though. Thanks for listening. ;D Diane
I love your poem. It is great.