heart in poetry

  • Oct. 8, 2021, 9:37 p.m.
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my heart is a
made to push from place to place
throbbing and pushing, contrived
too scared to live
too scared to die
too scarred to be sacred
too scarred to forgive
learning how to forget
but not quite there yet

my heart is a
connected to face
the vast outer space
beyond inner grace
four tiny chambers
forever in labor
vying to keep
getting by

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