POEM STARTER
Write a poem about the heart, focusing on its physicality and actions.
Avoid the kind of metaphors and language which are normally associated with the heart's emotional connection.
The Meaning
I am the main source of creation
I break when our sorrows turns us to inebriation
Often, all search to change its delicate sensation
Because it hurts too much, I leave it in desolation
Each pump brings pain
From my head to my toes
Ever since I got sick, it won’t work the same
I put a smile on my face so none of the hurt shows
I fight as it moves my blood
But it pumps like its pushing mud
I can hear my breaths in my ear
But I won’t let in the fear
I know if I do, it will demand to steer
And if I am to survive, I need to be at the wheel
Eventually I know my body will heal
Can I say the say the same for my mind?
This pain negates all I hold dear
What is the true meaning of this? It’s not an answer I can find.