The heart
beats
in the darkness
of the womb
as a secret
We are born
with the heart
protected by
the cage
formed of our ribs
Each moment
our heart beats
inconspicuously
gathering love and joy
tears and pain
The heart holds
the shrouded complexities
of our lifetime
enigmatic and hidden
even from ourselves
From the first beat
in the darkness of the womb
to the final beat
toward the light at the end
The heart is the essence of our mystery
Eve Remillard
8/13/2016
Perfect rhythm, building and developing… I love this poem. I think I’ll have to just keep reading more of your work…