The Stirring
I come home I am smiling
Look do they see me ?
Do not say anything
Knew I was gone?
Something inside me
Dead for a long time
I feel its heart beating
Beating along.
What does it mean?
This stirring inside me
Look through the tiny cracks
Of my hearts home .
Don't they know that I'm dying ?
To be once a family
They do not see me
Always alone.
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