Journey of the Heart

Dear heart on the ground
Battered and worn
I’ve failed you once again, haven’t I?
You fell five feet from my sleeve and now
You lay there beaten and bruised
We’ve let you down, dear heart
His hands were never meant to hurt you
But his fingers sank into your bruises
And now, dear heart, broken and cold,
You bleed out on the ground once more

Dear heart in a box,
I will keep you safe
Safe from the dirty hands of men
I cannot see you hurt again
Fragile heart in a box
Beating slow to heal from bruises you never asked for and don’t deserve 
Bruises left from falling from my sleeve into the wrong hands
Poor heart in a box
Let’s take a break from my sleeve
It sways too easily with no one now to catch you
Stay here, safe and slowly beating
For as long as we possibly can

Dear heart in his hands
Flinching and scared
I promise you this time will not be the same
His hands are gentle and clean
Dear heart, beat freely 
Your quickening pulse will not drive him away
I promised you, I promise you
Stay, anxious heart, in his hands
This is the one who can keep you safe
I promise you, heart, I promise 
This is the one you’re supposed to love

Dear heart on the ground…
I’m sorry