There is always a part, just
To the left, above the ventricle
That leads to the heart,
Where inspirations flows, dreams
Take form, where memories dance
And longing grows;
Where darkness tempts to dwell,
Come to drink, my love, here,
Here is my wishing well.
Yes, there is that part, just
To the left, above the ventricle
That leads to the heart,
And I guard it, it will not be revealed,
A consequence of you:
The door is dead bolt sealed.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 1:
For today’s prompt, write a resistance poem. There are many forms of resistance, including militant resistance, resistance to new ideas, the resistance in exercise, and maybe even a little resistance to starting a new project. I hope you don’t resist the urge to write a poem today.)