Half A Heart

• Isabella Goldring, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

It dangles soundlessly on the silver chain,
One rustle of the radiant wind,
Swinging it from where it hangs,
Strung around my neck where half a heart lay.

Sister engraved on its luminous face,
The gleaming chain slicing through the air,
The gentle curved edge sliding beneath my fingers,
An incomplete treasure longing to unite.

Half a heart,
Half a soul,
Soon to be found,
Without my sister, I am half a heart.