My Heart Is

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?