My Heart by Anonymous

My Heart is expectant,
but never gets
what feels due
what should be next.
My Heart is hopeful,
and never wavers,
till it gets bad,
then it quavers.
When will it take
for me to feel
like it’s getting good
and actually real.
Not just a dream
painfully surreal,
deceiving me so, that
I won’t need to heal.
Life is cruel,
Why me?
Others jump hurdles,
I jump three.
And yet I feel as if
I’m just complaining.
Who can blame me
when it’s always raining?
Rain’s not terrible,
but it’s always the same.
I want some sun,
not hoping in vain.
My Heart is broken,
waiting once more
for a break from rain –
for someone to adore.
This poem is one of the chosen entries for DESA’s Valentine’s Themed Poetry Competition.