Hidden Heart

It dances in the sun, like a fire in its hearth
wrapped in leather, it conceals its hidden past.

It hangs twisted and knotted, over my heart
I’m reminded of her, and the day it all fell apart.

It brings suffering and fortune to all who wear its leather knit
I should know because I still bear it.

When I listen closely I can still hear the screams
I clench my fists in pain because I know what it means.

Being always with me now I reminisce of a happier day
When it still belonged to my giver and we would joyfully play.

Now it hangs with the other memories of my childhood
As I played with them all then, when I could.