My Heart

 It seemed to be an ordinary night,

the moon hung outside my window.

The sky was the clearest I ever saw

as the stars could be seen shining bright.

I lay on my bed with my head upon the pillow,

no emotions of happiness nor sadness did I feel.

It was if the pages of life were blank and

no stories were ever written down. 

The pen of life was placed in my hand 

and though so few pages were left,

I knew that I ruled tomorrow and

I scribbled down the words that were

left.

It all seemed a bit needy 

to continue on the same script,

so, I burned all the pages and

wrote down what in my heart is left.