This Heart
This heart had a home.
Once upon a time
The beats were uncontrived.
It never thought.
It felt.
It spoke.
It acted.
Wrapping its warmth around the soul,
The body moved with ease.
The eyes looked out at the world with kindness.
The home soon became a house.
An empty space
Without light.
Without warmth.
The walls became bars.
The windows became mirrors.
A reflection.
A fading shadow.
A past fragmented by the memory of joy
To calm the heart.
To quell the tears.
SONYA A WATSON 