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.



