The Things that Shape Us A Book of Poems

My Heart

My Heart harbors,

Greed, hatred, bitterness, resentment.

My Heart becomes,

Diluted, destructive, delirious, demented.

My Heart then turns,

Cold, frozen, stone, cemented.

My Heart is

Left, trapped, untouched, untried.

Until She comes along and she makes

My Heart feel

Joyous, jubilant, able to thrive.

But most importantly,

My Heart feels

Alive!