Death’s Door (a poem)

Leave his heart at my door
You’re overdue you know

That organ
Not for you anymore

This is my job
Let me handle it

You fear the accusation
Abandonment

*shrugs shoulders*

Why do you care?
Besides
He dropped yours off first

*points to a jar*

You see
Over there

Your heart in a jar
Delivered by him months before

Move on with your life
While you still have breath

Trust me
I know a thing or two about this

death

Death’s Door (a poem)
Christina Schmidt, MA
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Published by Christina Schmidt, MA

I'm an author and live in the vibrant city of Austin, Texas. Cheers, y'all.

5 thoughts on “Death’s Door (a poem)

  1. I just more emphatically noticed the “Heart In A Jar” gig portion of this, and now even more resonate with this, coupling with Alice In Chains’ “Jar of FLies” album. Powerful.

    Leave his heart at my door
    You’re overdue you know

    That organ
    Not for you anymore

    This is my job
    Let me handle it

    You fear the accusation
    Abandonment

    *shrugs shoulders*

    Why do you care?
    Besides
    He dropped yours off first

    *points to a jar*

    You see
    Over there

    Your heart in a jar
    Delivered by him months before

    Move on with your life
    While you still have breath

    Trust me
    I know a thing or two about this

    I couldn’t see another way around the further comment than quoting the whole piece, to say, what a YES rockin’ conversation response to a friend this feels to describe. Amen, A(wo)men. Just nodding.. THe shaking of a friend out of the numbing of too much not shaken off like a dog/cat shakes it off making an adrenalin dump. Excellent perspective in this piece. Good stuff.

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      1. That’s a very fruitful corner holding many unspoken, though non-verbally almost screamed feelings. Such a deceptive simplicity there.

        What do you find in The Corner of Hesitation?

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      2. Oh, also to counterpoint the unsaid stuff, I also feel those hesitations that give us pregnant pause that then bring us to step back in acknowledgment of why we paused in a particular moment to respect it and transform to patience, is there often as well — patience not being docile or passive or afraid, patience as focused strength and fluid energy still like glass on a lake beyond comfortable kind of patience.

        I’ve never heard hesitation as a corner to explore before. What a saWEET way to put that. This has so many wonderful levels, like most all of them. 🙂 Good stuff. I’m going to gestate hesitation as a corner for examination (exploration and discovery).

        Thanks for the prompt. Quite a sanctuary built in your one, beautifully deceptively simple expression of, “Hesitation is a corner I like to examine.”

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  2. “Trust me
    I know a thing or two about this”

    Heh, yeah, I get that sense. Those hard-learned deeply burned lessons; garments we can never remove. They dress us in our regrets and sorrows. Hopefully they pay for our joys and delights.

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