Heart to Heart

By Bonita Jewel

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I watched your heart reel from the shock
You said the ground beneath your feet
Which you assumed was solid as a rock
Was a rug pulled out from underneath
I recalled dark, lonely days along the trail
When all that seemed to glitter in my hand
Was rusted, torn, and broken, set to fail
And turn to ashes, dust, to lonely sand
But when the brittle gold of fools shatters
When the pseudo silver turns to brass
Can we then see and know what truly matters
What is real beyond the looking glass
This, our goal in a broken, winding land
To know the solid Rock on which we stand

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Bonita Jewel visited India when she was 16 and stayed for nearly 12 years. Now residing in California with her husband and three children, she holds an MFA in Creative Writing. A freelance writer and editor for 13 years, Bonita’s writing has recently been published with upstreet magazine, Ekstasis and Dos Gatos Press. You can connect with her at bonitajewel.com.