Just a couple of days left in this National Poetry Month.
A Scarred Heart.
I tossed a heart at life
saw it dance in the morning sun
watched it through a field of nettles run
felt it warmed by passion's breath
heard it crack between love's teeth
was proud, as it turned its back on fear
sighed so when it near' drowned in an anguished tear,
scarred and bleeding it came back, aged like wine,
with a quiet pride I said, "This is mine".