My heart in the middle of your blame and my accountability of the same.
My heart in the middle of protection and indignation.
My heart in the middle of your skin and the needle; the needle and the choice.
My heart in the middle of the teacher and student. Both their life and their choice in a matter of minutes.
My heart in the middle of 10 or 14, to stay or to leave. With still no reprieve.
My heart in the middle of the denigrate call as I bite my lip in vexation. And I still there and stall.
My heart in the middle of science and faith, torn by discord amongst all human race.
My heart in the middle is fragmented between home and away, work and enough play.
My heart is in the middle, not by choice or to be fair, I place it in hopes that you see that I care.
But don't take for granted my prayers, thoughts and wisdom I share,
because someday my heart may have no more to spare.
By me, for me and to be seen or heard for healing.
Comments