I was actually looking for a more light-hearted poem this week, but when I came across this one, I knew I had to share it. The internal struggle between head and heart is depicted beautifully by Dorothy Parker. The logic of the head trying to prevail over the emotions of the heart. I think we’ve all been there.
Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.