Here’s a Poem I wrote recently…enjoy…
Cycle Pectus Pectoris
Guided and content:
a home makes a place on your heart,
its ivy coils dig and they dart,
deeper they sink,
down the fleshy pink,
even though they may one day be torn apart.
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True, those all for,
But not for mine.
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Torn and bleeding:
after home is torn away,
the pectus is raw,
and we roar,
for all is salt…
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True, those all for,
But not for mine.
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Aimless and empty:
But the pectus pectoris heals a nasty sheath,
thickened and leathery,
it’s like a blind eye,
or untasting tongue,
we are cold.
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Revelation:
We forgive, but we never truly forget,
we learn…
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Guided and content:
a home makes a place on your heart,
its ivy coils dig and they dart,
deeper they sink,
down the fleshy pink,
even though they may one day be torn apart.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………
True, those all for,
But not for mine.
