My Heart Is
My Heart Is . . .
Still ticking like a bomb.
Beaten like a dusty rug.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .
Unbroken; unwavering.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .
Not unbruised but
Still ticking like a bomb . . .
Not yet fatally wounded.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .
My Heart Is:
Strong but not hard,
. . . still ticking like a bomb,
And safe in its own discontent.
My Heart Is still ticking like a bomb . . .
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