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SadSusan Mitchell

The Roads of the Heart

I WALK within my heart and take The roads he led me dear and dim To where a fragile house I make Of broken memories of him. Without, they build me marble halls, They call my comrades near and far. Oh heart, more dear the wavering walls Where all thy shattered treasures are.
SadSusan Mitchell

Homeless

I ASKED for sunlight and a long, long day To build my little home. Setting an altar where my heart might lay Fire ere the god should come. I built my walls with patient carefulness, Secure and small, nor knew A wild wind straying from the wilderness Had sought their shelter too. My heart woke up in storms, my shelter sweet In ruins fell apart. Once more I go by cruel ways to meet The ordeal of the heart.

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