Paper Heart

-Paper Heart-
by
Keaton Foster



Full of dreams
Folded it seems
Stuffed into a space
Smaller than it needs
Increasingly I labor
Writing and living
Expressing and giving
Are all the same thing
My paper heart
Was once blank
Devoid of substance
A livable redundancy
Until a poetic need
Found its way
I have been saved
My purpose spelled out
For the world to read
There can be nothing else
A metaphorical story
I do my best to weave
Many truths
I dare not hide
Few lies can be found
Exaggerating some details
Adds drama for the masses
Holding back other details
Allows them to avoid my pain
In the folds of each line
Is all that I am
I have seen more than most
Hell on earth and then some
I act as if there is no God
Certainly, it is just theatrics
Of the mind to aide me
Along the narrative of my life
Faith is about believing
In the power of yourself
To make it through
Your darkest of moments
God is there, but his capacity
Is set aside because like any
Good parent he knows that
Allowing us to figure it out
For our own selves
Will make all the difference
This paper heart
Holds all that I am
With each crease and bend
Someday long after my death
It will be unfolded
Laid out flat for the world to see
That in me is an ability to see
And then express what it truly means
To have lived a life worthy of each beat…




Paper Heart
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.