unguarded heart

fists clenched, deep breaths –
do what you do best

brave smile, clear eyes –
they can’t tell the rest

stand tall, it’s a test
of strength
it’s a mess
of tears
you press
your hands
you try
to mend.

enough of burying
your head in the sand
your head in your hands
your heart in a jar;
no more
eyes turned away
go away
stay away
mouth closed
with nothing to say

it hurts, but you heal
there’s nothing fear can steal
from an unguarded heart
– it’s a gift.


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