The Path Poem by Ashley Jarrett

If my heart should forget
Where my feet once tread
If my veins no longer regret
The way they once bled

May my mind gently remind my soul
Of the hollow that has become a gaping hole
And a mind that once was whole
And the darkness that leers at me like a troll

For the heart cannot judge for itself
What is good for the body's health
The heart gives and gives its infinite wealth
Wishing only to be held instead of thrown on a dusty shelf

This important organ is so naive
Stupid enough to truly believe
That never again will it's blood be squeezed
Into the cloth its ignorance has weaved

My heart wishes to travel once more
Upon the slippery precipice of that shore
May my feet find purchase on the rocky floor
And my my soul find warmth once again resides in its core