A Sleeping Heart

Some accuse you of never having existed, or at best, dead. Others have called you Mr. Tin Man from The Yellow Brick Road. Some have simply given up on you all together, calling you a deciever. I will always believe in you, because I know that you are just a sleeper. I can clearly hear you beating and pumping blood throughout your body. And I also know you to be endowed with intelligence and lots of bravery. But must you live, snour loudly, and sleep through all the floods and the fires? Awake my heart with more to express by you than a stare of sad sympathy. Are you made of stone that takes away all of your decent desires? Wake up , my heart, from your deep cave of apathy and insensitivity. Are you so callous and indifferent that only 'you' matter to "you"? You have been given a Divine purpose, and the world needs you. You are unique, and no one else can be and do you better than you. You are the missing puzzle piece, the flashlight burning in the drawer. Wake up, my dear heart, the puzzle remains incomplete without you. Wake up, my dear heart, light up our dark room with your flashlight. 10162017 PS Contest, Wake Up My Heart, Julie Rodeheaver, 3P