Poem 15

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

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