Poems from the bottom of my anxious heart
Monday, April 22, 2019
Let's open our notebooks and review:
The heart is a muscle.
Muscles have filaments, they produce force
and in that marvelous force and motion
true things come unearthed
and facts can vanish;
each filament with its own amazing ability
can create or destroy,
flood with joy today
and rage tomorrow--
the possibilities are endless.
The heart's blind and deaf, only
knowing its pulses--ardor and qualm,
some of which are crimes
and some are cheered on.
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