Poetry

You tiptoe silently around the sturdy walls I have built inside my heart. Creating soft echoes as your feet hit the ground. One after the other. Immensely gentle, you knock on the gate. My heart lurches, unsure of what to do. It has never had any visitors. You speak. Ask politely if you can have permission to take up residence for a while. My heart sighs, and asks reluctantly just how long you intend to stay. You reply, ‘for however long I am wanted’. And so, the gate swings open. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you stay for a while. Written by: Alison Malee