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Heart, by Britta Benson

This poem was prompted by ‘The Procrastinators’ Midweek Writing Prompt. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/114832769/posts/3820371995

Heart

Heart.

Just a fistsize muscle

that holds the secrets

of my world

in its continuous dance

and drums ta-dum code

until the end of time.

Heart.

Just an unsightly lump,

flanked by my lungs,

kept safe, warm, hidden,

underneath layers and lobes,

hopes and prayers.

Not a vegetarian.

Heart.

Just an echo chamber,

containing ancestries,

spilling whispers,

the pulse of now,

linking lost generations

with the promise of tomorrow.

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