All the Hearts in Me
Life was never meant to be perfect
people were meant to break your hearts
I speak in plural when I say hearts
because we have many more than one
If every time we were shot down
how would we revive?
No, thats not how it works
a new heart comes alive!
A heart for every dart someone threw straight through your core
A heart for every time a word was said with uncertain horror
A heart for every time the one you hold dear, tore you apart
A heart for safe keeping for a fresh new start
If just one heart could survive all the blows
then you must be strong for your being to uphold
such ferocity and such pain
for one tiny little heart to obtain
Thats why we have shelves fully stocked
if bandages don’t work or if the key won’t unlock
just take one out and start anew
fresh as a daisy deep in the dew
I trust in you that you make the right choice
but i’ll tell you now to use that voice
cuz you won’t get anywhere if you don’t tell
show yourself to the world, break that unbearable shell
Take out a new heart and put the other aside
or smash it with rocks and let it collide
who cares if the world looks at you all wrong
show them your new heart, show them you’re strong
This poem is about:
Me
Our world