Black and knotted, you still manage to beat.
I cannot fathom your resilience to live,
For Mind is weak and naïve, trusting when you do not.
I am foolish to pick Mind over you.
I wish to apologize to you for all I have done strong headedly,
Never thinking to consult with you.
Black and knotted, your screams fall onto deaf ears.
Though, soon, even you begin to listen to Mind,
In the end it is you who is crushed and hurt.
This happens each year when Mind selects the wrong person,
Resulting in your pain and anguish.
‘How long must this go on?’ you once again cry out.
Though your cry is not heard.
There you sit, Heart,
Beating in your black and knotted form,
Your begging reduced to nothing more than silent whimpers.
