Poem 15

The heart


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


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


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