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Heartsong
I have no right to say I know
But only that I think
And I believe
Heartsong
It beats
It beats
Do you hear it?
A steady rhythm
A silent hymn
Singing a song so quietly
So weakly
That life itself could miss it
Heartsong
Listen to it grow
And grow
Its body does not yet know
How strong
How long
Its heart will sing
But it will
Heartsong
Amongst a million lost souls
This one rose
Small and pink and delicate;
...
And its heart beats?
It beats and beats
A not-so steady rhythm.
Heartsong
Born into a dying world
A lying world
A world of hate and fear
With a mother to protect
And guide
So much pride…
It overflows
Heartsong
The heart’s body grows
It learns of its existence
And yet it cannot sense
It
The thing that resides
Hides
Inside of it
A missing pride
A missing side
Someone lied
Someone is missing
Heartsong
The feeling goes away
It is replaced
Gone, without a trace
…
Maybe a subtle trace
The heart knows
But as the body grows
It is forgotten:
Why
?
Am I alive?
.
.
.
Heartsong
All wrong…
Not so long ago
It was strong
But as the mind rises
The heart shrinks a few sizes
And as its body is beaten
As its pride continues to weaken
It knows hate
It knows fear
So, it asks again:
Why
Am I
Alive?
Heartsong
All wrong, all wrong
The song sung
The bell rung
It tolls
It tolls
And with a heartbeat
A hot heat
It holds
It holds
There is anger
There is pain
And never again
Will the heart’s body think
That it is special…
Someone lied
So it cried:
Why am I alive?
Heartsong
The heart beats to the wrong tune
Someone else’s tune
And soon
It might break for the first time
Love, it thinks
Is a more sinister form of hate
Something that ate its happiness
But soon it knows
As it grows
That love can indeed be fleeting
And hearts when meeting
Can choose to love too fast.
Heartsong
An old fear
A dead fear
Back to bite and hurt:
Two brothers and their father
The missing father
The heart wails for them
The body hated him,
Berated him,
Berated his long-lifeless
Shell of a man
With no heart left.
And as the body hated him
The heart cried out of love
Heart sang a heartsong
All wrong, all wrong.
Heartsong
Sung so loud and so strong,
For a father it barely knew
It knew
It loved him then and now,
Missed him now and then
And now, forever.
And through a storm of lost brothers
And childless mothers
And through endless tears
The heart sang a heartsong
Sung so loud and so strong
Sung for far too long
All wrong, all wrong.
Heartsong
The heart is weakened by its song
And breaks
It leaves the body welling tears
And the mind with endless fears
Of love
Of loss
But it presses ever forward
Hope and kindness charging toward
A sweet and bitter goal..
For every song the heart might sing
It keeps on believing
Achieving
Grief cannot silence it
Hatred cannot deafen it
The tune changes
Arranges
Into a dark and complex melody
Of love
Of loss
Heartsong
With new lessons
It grows
The heart knows its body
Simply cannot put it down
This heart lives to love
It beats to understand
And it will stop a thousand times
Before it lets its body choose what is safe
Over what is right.
For amongst a million souls
One rose
Small
Pink
And delicate
So weak that life itself could miss it
And from it grew a body and a mind
Each one its own kind of foolish
Each one its own kind of beautiful
Each one crying
Dying to know why it is alive
And it will strive to survive
It will strive to Love.
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I wrote this poem as a response to an assignment about "being and becoming:" who am I now, and how did I become this way? In general terms, it relates some of the most important and foundational moments in my life.