Scarred Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Scarred HeartThe Black Brunswicker, John Everett Millais (1860)

Scarred Heart

My love there is no need you to explore
The human misery that comes with war
Bodies strewn upon a cold earthen floor
While love ones’ hearts wear an eternal scar

Why the chance that you may soon lose your life
Shall there be such a personal reward
Greater than for us to be man and wife
The thought it possible my heart is charred

Can there be for you a love more than I
Gave to you what can but be given once
With a love meant never to say goodbye
Love for you is of greatest salience

There is but bloody hell beyond this door
Destined am I to see you nevermore

 

Through the Door, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Through the DoorSeventeenth Century Lady, William Merritt Chase (ca. 1895)

Through the Door

Here I stand within virtual darkness
Trembling with aching fear of the unknown
For my soul not the color of my dress
The past hangs from my neck like a millstone

Do we all fear needlessly of our past
Are our misdeeds self-expanding in time
Pressed so deeply forever they will last
From the hole we are unable to climb

There’s light escaping from behind the door
Can this be an omen of my future
Shall I have no fear of what my past bore
So many questions I haven’t an answer

Through our lives there will be baggage
What is needed is to offset it with courage