Heart
I was created fragile
Meant to remain mild
To usurp all that comes with time
Upon moments I rely
For that defines my life
And with lessons I thrive
But the passing time had me shaped
Concealing the real purpose I was created
Toughened and hardened till I baked
Craving with time to be saved
For the burden in silence sails to no avail
Until there seems to be no pace
And My frailty finally broken with age
Copyright © Bashir Muhammad | Year Posted 2017
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