A Wish

Wicked of mind
Soft of heart
Tis but a wish to have a heart of stone
That no dagger may penetrate
As stone dost not bleed
Nor dost know of hurt
A stone may be chipped
But it dost not feel it's pieces fall away
Chips are but shards
Cold and calculating in demeanor
They lie in wait for the walkers' feet
Tis not me
My heart is of warmth and blood
Guarded, but penetrable
To hurt
Open to break
It can be broken
Yet always intact
It's scars speak
But fall on deaf ears - 4/27/06