Position of a Heart

It’s chipped,
It’s frail,
It’s fragile.
Even a little worn down

It’s torn,
It’s cracked,
It’s fractured.
But it’s bandaged all around

It’s creased,
It’s ripped,
It’s stepped on.
And feels a little sore

It’s poked,
It’s prodded and bleeding.
I can’t take it anymore!

It’s on its last beat
But I hide it from you all.
Another heart is pleading
But my heart won’t heed the call

My heart is hiding everything
That it has ever felt.
It’s like it’s in a car
And I’m the safety belt