Allissa Dominowski Sonnet

They’ve always said to hide my heart - not wear

it on my sleeve - but bury it in a shelf

kept safe and warm and wanting no repair

as hearts do guard a woman's greatest wealth.

but men did come my heart they sought to steal

with gifts and words so quick to make me fall

for tricks and games that I mistook as real

devotion though it heeded not my call.

these wounds so painful still do mar my heart

which seeks its freedom from the noiseless brawl.

my Father's arms I found I did depart

back to His grace I once again must crawl

He held my heart secure before I strayed

so in His arms again it must be laid.