My Heart Is
And the philosophers say
Suffering is akin to polishing a diamond
It’s in the polishing process that we find beauty
Its in the labor a star is born
It’s in our perception that suffering
Reigns or releases
It’s all I can do today
To be peaceful
It’s all I can do today to be present
Stay focused
The human condition is sad when
A person destructs their own soul
Imploding into a giant blob of sorrow
Bleeding on the ones
That carries them
Loved ones
Heavyhearted full of black burdens
Dark energy condemns and covets
Never satiated
You’re not carrying my heart the right way
Black souls are the heaviest
I know
I carry one around
On top of my very own weary indigo soul
No wonder it’s not easy
I can’t drop it though
It’s a part of me somehow
Black matter
I fear fragile as dark matter may crumble into pieces
Right before my empathetic eyes
I would die slowly looking at that messy death
It’s not my burden they say
They also tell us to do things to
stay healthy
and warm
and safe
and healthy
and smart
and smart
and worry free
THEY are not the experts
Our own hearts are an expert where light lives
My heart says stop and rest lil one
My heart cries in pain and sorrow
For black hearts do matter a plenty in this place
Still
My heart is saddened most days
I prefer the pain?
To feel and live a full life?
I am hurting today.
I am suffering.
Still.
A star in the night sky shifts and smolders
Again black matter spreads out
Light adjusts amending the darkness
Which came first?
Dark matter or light?
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