I found my heart

I found my heart when I walked this cracked and trodden path,

I tripped, fell face first onto this cracked and trodden path,

I tripped and fell.

Knees grazed, brain dazed.

I tripped and fell.

But pick myself up I did, brushed dirt and leaves, of knees.

I picked myself up.

And I found my heart, as I walked this cracked and trodden path.

I found my heart, not so soft as the cotton in lay upon, but not as shattered as the glass that lay near.

I found my heart. When I walked this cracked and trodden path.

I picked my heart up out of it’s cotton bed, looked at it’s every surface,

Reminding myself of this intricate vessel’s every purpose.

I nursed my heart as I walked further along this cracked and trodden path.

I nursed my heart.

I stopped to take in a deep breath and fill chest with the oxygen surrounding,

kissed my tender heart with the breath of life.

I lay my heart across my chest, let the rise and fall of my breath lift and caress.

I lay my heart across my chest.

Bruised, but not beaten, used, but not eaten,

My heart shared with me the clues that are needed.

My heart shared with me the knowledge of it’s strength.

Pull flesh from my breast, I opened up each rib of chest, and placed with ease, my heart, to rest.

No longer alone, I let my heart and I walk freely along this cracked and trodden path.

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About dustforthedancers

Poet, creative, cultural and community seeder, feeder, maybe one day I'll be a leader. Of my own path at least...
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