my heart

on my sleeve
there is a heart
it can't be bought
at a mart

and no, it's not
on sale for free
and no, there is no
warranty

i wear it proud
it sings out loud
it loves, it breathes
it'll never freeze

it's been ripped
and torn apart
it's been stolen-
forlorn and lost

it beats and beats
no matter the cost

the heart i wear
is red and fair
it's easy to see
and often found

thumping and jumping
up and down
swinging around
from lung to lung
like a child
on monkey bars
from rung to rung

it's fun and young
it's filled with glee

it's been burned
and corrupted
neglected
rhythm interrupted
annihilated, erupted

and still it goes
and touches its toes
it gives and saves
both friends and foes

it knows not
the way
to lowly dredges
instead it leaps
over thorny hedges
to find the knoll
of plush, ample grass
to rest its chest,
lighten its mass

my heart
my friend
its filled with hope
its emptied and drained
and restored all the same
its sprit alive
no matter the maim

it lifts me up
and others too
it won't relent
on me
or you