The Heart
H. Carpenter
The fragile gateway to the soul.
The organ that functions,
but never seems whole.
The pumping, thumping
muscle that claims to fill
the cavity in our chest.
The central hub
of life's ebb and flow.
Funny, so important,
yet, so easily let go,
by those desperate to feel -
something...anything...
The ticking metronome of time,
deeply resonating within our bones,
reminding us how easily broken we are.
The precious jewel we easily blame,
shiny, attractive, easily distracted;
willful, with its own mind.
Beating, straining in its cage,
fighting, always, against restraints.
A thing too powerful to be contained -
- the heart.
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