Heart
My heart beats, unknowingly it has healed itself. Ripped nerve endings mended together, muscle and scar tissue as one. Yet the blood that runs through it still remembers, still makes the organ ache somewhere within. Though it has rebuilt itself, fixed its many lacerations; it still isn’t completely healed.
Somewhere deep inside I know that these cuts will never go away. But my heart, it beats on with determination. Searching for an ultimatum, searching for a cure that does not exist. Because where in this world could it find one like its own? A heart with integrity, independence. A deeper connection, a flutter in the stomach.
My heart is looking for something that doesn't exist. Though I wish it well on its journey I often become the voice of reason. We are one, and so should be our emotions. But that’s not always how it goes, is it?
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Heart is a beautiful poem... Your poems are short but within that shortness they explain complete meanings and paint the pictures. And I would say there is always one like it's own , sometime's we just ignore or it's not the heart we want an answer we don't want basically because we have our own wants as well.... but im gonna follow you i love your poems there beautiful keep writing and sharing when you can. There beautiful and simple.