My Heart
I've felt my heart get stomped on,
Its been beaten,
Sometimes broken.
But never has it felt like this before.
It's been twisted and messed with.
I've let my feelings flow,
They were misled.
Sent into a abyss and shattered.
Which are mine and which are left over.
These pieces barley fit together.
Making a picture,
Blurred and misinterpreted.
Why can't it just be simple.
They say a picture is worth,
a thousand words.
What if I only want a few,
Of those words.
My heart is beating hard,
From love?
From fear?
Anxiety?
These feelings thrust together,
Combusting and overwhelming,
Everything else that matters.
Where is the point,
That my heart can idle.
I just need some time,
To place the pieces together.
To understand what these feelings are.
My heart is still pounding,
Even though its been,
Stomped on,
Beaten,
And broken.
This time is different,
It's being tested.
Seeing if it's worthy,
If it can handle the stress.
It's becoming stronger,
Going through the toughest.
Building a trust,
a hope,
In what it feels.
Today my heart has started a journey.
Tomorrow is just a continuation.
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