I feel my heart.
But it's not in my chest.
It's underfoot.
On the sand of the beach.
Where rocks and coral,
Wet and hot,
They are replaced,
By my heart.
My heart was shaken-
Rattled up.
But can't they see?
My heart's not me.
I don't belong here.
I'm not popping out.
I'm not hugging the ground,
Just waiting to be found.
I'm not going to miss the sunsets,
That cleanse me through and through.
I won't miss the hot summers,
Or a house without a view.
I won't miss smiling faces,
That I commit to mind.
I won't miss late-night talks-
With the ones I leave behind.
Can't you see I'm at the beach,
Footprints already gone?
Not next to my heart,
That's begging not to move on?
It's stopped beating, my heart,
Because it fears what is next.
Hides through emotions,
But I'm turning away.
I am not my heart.
I'm a thing in my head.
But are they one and the same?
Am I really just dead?
All emotions have gone.
Except loneliness and fear.
So I stand on the beach,
Waiting for sunlight to appear.
But it's raining so hard,
And my heart gets so cold,
So I wrap it up tightly,
And hope to be bold.
Yet it refuses to go,
It refuses to leave,
If I must say goodbye-
Then my heart I leave behind.
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