Emerging Courageous online Magazine - Poetry
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My Heart  - Hannah MacDonald

I know I cannot see it
But I do believe it's true
This heart in my chest beating
Is a wee bit black and blue

There are bruises there ever lasting
One for every hurt I've had
Never really completely healing
Adding another when I am sad

In my minds eye I picture it
Like an poor old battered toy
Held together with hope and faith in God
And the promise of future joy

It also has this problem
Of swelling up with love
When I  see my children's faces
They are my gift from God above

It has another nasty habit
Of skipping a beat or two
When I see a beautiful sunset
Or see the sky so blue

A very odd contraption
Most confusing to be sure
Hurting when its happy or when sad
With no apparent cure

Hannah MacDonald  [email protected]