No Rest For An Open Heart

There is no rest for an open heart.

We swirl and swill the depths in our mouths
like yesterday’s coffee.

We of the feeling realms are
bound by our natures, to move
and melt into shieldlessness;

no matter the outcome.

Is surrender the answer?
I’m not sure I’ll know.

For my heart being open
and my gates being closed
is a battle never to be won.

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