Oh my little heart,
You’re clever, you find ways to meander through rocks, through hard places,
Oh but you’re tough
You’ve won a thousand strong man contests, with no prizes
The wise men say the experience is the prize, my heart you have become so wise
Oh my heart,
filled with vacant rooms you’ve kept the place warm and tidy.
Some other, in their haste left the door open, the pipes have frozen,
And you, you’ve stoically kept the furnace fuming.
Oh my little heart,
Pushed a thousand times to heal in a moment, you make doctors believe in miracles.
For each healing ten times that –the stretch to accommodate, you’re an olympic gymnast
-training since you were an innocent.
Oh my heart,
you’ve kept some, some of that pureness, despite madness, despite venom, despite betrayal,
my little heart,
you are a warrior, a magician, a sage, how have you beared it
the branch breaking winds, the moments lost at sea, the questioning always questioning confusion.
Oh my little heart,
how have you clarified the madness, how calmly chose, calmly hidden away
when poison rippled, when torrents of passion, when breathless and abandoned
Oh my heart,
I’ve asked you so much, every time to reach, reach just beyond infinity,
But will you, just one time more
try
