If only

If only my heart
was made of rock:
unfeeling
uncaring
steadfast.

If only my heart
was a piece of paper:
I would roll it up,
to make a fire,
burn to ashes. Useless.

If only my heart
was a candle
burning itself out,
in an empty world,
wasted.

If only my heart
has a choice,
where none is given.

If only my heart
learns to ignore,
pain.

p.s. written 29th May 2004; although sometimes, still very much relevant now... :)