The Hole In Me
The Hole in Me
There’s a fist-sized hole inside me
Bitter air blows through it
Listen to it keening
It’s where my heart used to fit
It flew away long ago
Looking for kinder shores
It waved to me as it lifted up
And smiled sadly
As if it didn’t want to go
I reached up
To try to pull it back
But it was out of my grasp
Hearts have a mind of their own
Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014
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