My Crucified Heart

The walls that I have built of my paper-mâché
are slowly breaking down and crumbling apart.
The gaps and the cracks are now spreading much wider-
to cautiously reveal my crucified heart.

         Here it's displayed, on top of a white pedestal...
         Once guarded so tightly, now exposing it all...

It once was quite young, vibrant, powerful and strong.
Beating out the rhythm to a light, wordless song.
Rapidly pumping out sorrow; lacking disdain,
which in turn made my blunders feel more like a gain.

It started to falter, often skipping a beat,
but the rhythm continued as though on repeat.
Overexertion was harsh, too much stress perhaps,
causing it to flail madly, then stop and collapse.

'Twas put on display, in an upright position,
now seen as a model of perfect cognition.
Nails held it steady, the burning spot-light was bright,
causing the poor, dry mass to shrivel and ignite.

So I took my emotions, thoughts, aspirations,
mixed them together to a paste combination.
Exclusively it became a tomb for display
so that quietly...all could see my heart decay.

         I see the walls I built of my paper-mâché
         are dilapidated-violently bursting apart.
         What were small gaps and cracks are spreading much wider,
         exposing my beautiful...now crucified heart.