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

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