Ode to my own heart

I speak from my heart.

For this is where I live.

 

A tiny little thumb sized being

Wandering through shadows

Shining light

Helping me find a way through.

 

It's difficult sometimes.

As the tears flow hard.

But I know its a way to open my heart.

 

I wonder how many more sufferings are due.

Sometimes I wonder if I can take anymore.

 

Though I know in my heart.

If I speak to my heart.

She will answer the call.

 

For this little being is called love.

And love is what we are.

 

So I commit to honoring her.

As she heals all the scars.

 

 

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