My heart; it’s fancy and fickle. It fills
with joy around friends that are family.
It pumps with hope when children dance
to their own drumbeat on top of toes.
It syncs with another as snuggles
near the barrel of his chest,
knowing it is heard.
My heart is fancy
My heart; it’s fickle and fancy. It beats
in time with music only slowing for sleep.
It’s fleshy, always wanting to run it’s own race
to ensure it can be heard above the crowd.
It burns when the world is upside down.
Tearing apart at screams that tear
through widows. Capitulates with
hypocrisy and disloyalty.
My heart is fickle
My heart wasn’t always so fancy or fickle.
It remained solid in the dark. Avoiding hurt.
Fear, anxiety, apathy kept it lifeless,
irregular, unresponsive to Light.
You see? My heart now
fickle and fancy
used to be
July 7, 2020