The Heart

Written by: Lizzie Treetop

The heart cries, it beats, it lives
It survives and goes on beating
For the heart is necessary to live
It survives, to reach out, and dream
It is delicate and is so easily broken
Yet it repairs, with fortitude and strength
It does not , and never should ever despair
Or be lost in black  holes of misery and anger
It beats through any cloudy grey dark day
It beats loudly, strongly, like a pounding drum
Nothing will stop it beating, only time 
It rises up and greets a sun filled day
A cloudless, blue , rainbowed sky
It believes, it loves and it gives its all
It tries not to question, it accepts what is
And greets each new day with renewed hope
It does not turn on itself with insecurity and fear
It believes and will continue to do so for eternity.