And my Heart Grew

His words resounded

achingly in my heart.

They were not so memorable

in their phrasing, but

next to immortal in their meaning.

And my heart grew desperate.

~

As each minute passed

and his words continued to fall,

I felt the cracking once again

(a sloppy patch job undone),

of my heart breaking.

And my heart grew desperate.

 ~

Then, it was all I could do

not to rush from that room,

sobbing as resolve drained

into sorrow, uninvited,

consuming my breath and soul.

And my heart grew desperate.

~

The rips and tears were real

again as my soul screamed.

Life is more than breathing!

Life is more than breathing!

But you couldn’t hear me.

And my heart grew desperate.

 ~

Finally, out in the fresh air

the world seemed to fit

my too-big feelings.

I remembered the ins and outs

of this mysterious, ambiguous life.

 

~

I remembered what to love

and that a tree never knows

which season will be its last.

It only prays that when winter comes,

it will live through to spring.

And my heart grew hopeful.

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