A Blanket For Her Heart

Silently she sits,
with the darkness of the night.
Knitting a blanket fervorously
in hopes that it will be able to warm her freezing heart.
It held warmth,
once upon a time,
exuding love and trust wherever it could,
without ulterior motive.
That pure expression,
taken for granted,
abused and extracted
until her heart could bear no more.

A block of ice,
that even the strongest ray could not pierce,
her heart has turned into.
She longs for the day,
that it can return to its former state,
but society will not see it so.
So,
she must knit a blanket,
to put her freezing heart into.

- Chai Tea