Treasure That Stays In Your Heart Poem by Mussia M Bronstein

When you have
Something special,
You would hold it
Till it ruins or get
Rusty and old
Like an old piece of
Trash that you loved
And it ruined as if it had
not been used in a while.

And when it started to
Rust, it started to
Tore and get moldy
Like rotten egg that sat
In the cold, freezing fridge
For couple years.
But you want to hold
It till there's nothing
Left and feel
And see it.

Yet you put it somewhere
That would be like
Under your pillow, in your room
Thinking that no
One would know
And steal it and throw it away
Before you would see
As if they don't have
Feelings for it.

It must be feeling
Disowned,
Unliked,
Pushed away,
And unloved. When
Somebody threw
It like its one big
Unwanted junk.

Time goes and you
Realized that
It, your special thing
That you were young,
It had been gone for
Couple years.

You looked back
And thought of something
That you had when
You were little, is missing,
And you start to run,
To each room
Throwing things that
Were in your flipping way
Suddenly you realized
That it had disappeared,
Not knowing that someone
Had thrown it away.

Yet you start your search
Again with your mind
Going million miles
Away, heart pumps
Like its trying giving you
Blood into your veins but
Your body is going
Too fast for it,
To see if it would be there.

Suddenly
You stopped,
Looking disappointed,
Realizing it's gone, forever.
Nothing to hold
In your arms
And care for,
Yet you put something
New to replace it...