My Heart is in Heaven

I suck at poetry--really.  So, be kind :)

Rocking, swaying, 

on a rickety porch swing...

There's no one to comfort me, 

or anything...

Crying, sobbing, 

as I open the door...

Asking God, 

"What's this happening for?"

Trudging, slowly, 

up old wooden stairs,

Wanting to take back, 

all those love affairs...

But as I enter a room, 

with all its mildew and must...

I see my old trunk, 

covered in dust.

So I take out the key,

and I open the lid.

I'd hid something inside,

when I was a kid.

Buried under blankets

and toys that fell apart...

is something quite shocking;

it's a beating heart.

So I pull it from the trunk,

and I cradle it near.

I walk to an open window

as the heart fills with fear.

I sing to the wind,

calling its name.

Hoping that something,

will take away the pain.

A dove appears

on the window sill.

Studies my eyes,

then remains still.

So I hold out my heart.

The dove takes it for me.

Flying up to Heaven,

farther than eyes can see.

So I smile through tears.

Knowing it'll be okay.

God has my heart, 'til I'm ready...

to give it away.