Ravaged Heart

I rip my rib cage apart to reveal my heart and all I get is stunned silence! Stunned to see the mangled wreckage of pulsating, blood-red organ, flesh etched with battle scars ... the partially healed wounds from life's obligatory pain and tomboy escapades, nothing what I bargained for! It is true, my face, my facade denotes a blooming wildflower of middle earth, yet a vulnerable flower, beaten by the rain, parched by the burning sun and a relentless provocation from winged life. Even so I take life's knocks and flow like a raging river yet the light still shines in my mind’s inner eye. I know, I know, when I ripped my rib cage apart to reveal my heart, you expected purity. But what you got was a ravaged, mangled heart full of love.