My Heart
My Heart
I am a glass half full
Sometimes sloshing over the edge
A temple for fireflies, sand dunes
Water by nature, that cuts deeply
Beneath the reeds, flowing fast
Rapids, sometimes violent
Rushing past jagged stones
To still again, gentle ripple
My heart is like the ocean
Vast and deep and full of whispers
Rip currents and gentle foam
Licking over the stones and sand
Upon the shore
My heart is like fire
A column of flame rising from my breast
That burns down those old thorny bushes
Making way for new sprouting seeds
In the morning I’m bleary eyed
Fumbling for coffee and toast
In the afternoon, agape with wonder
At the cirrus clouds above
In the evening I am still
…or try to be
Dismissing the stirrings of the day
Shrugging it off like snakeskin
Fidgeting, breathing, sometimes tears
Sometimes laughter
By the blue TV screen light
I am a glass half full
.. except when it’s half empty
But I always, always
Thirst for more
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2023
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