Static

My heart is like water,

It nourishes as it pleases.

When the sun goes down, it begins to falter,

It seeks solace in the pieces.

My heart is like the air I breathe,

Untouchable yet priceless,

So when the sun rises, I reach out with the palm of my hand and check on it,

The beating of my heart reminds me that I still have unresolved matters.

Sometimes, often…at times such as this,

I yearn for that stillness,

the calm before and after a storm,

anything but this turmoil,

My heart like fear is static.

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