Grow Up, Heart

Poems and Things

It’s dull,
the ache that went away.
It stopped beating yesterday.

hard, but alive,
a sleeping beehive.
Hummingly, sweetly sleeping bee.

done with vulnerbility.
No more holding my hand,
I’m free.

unchained, a child leaving,
a woman weaving,
confidence gleaming.

dying, still hurting
still caring, but lessening.
Still beating.

growing older, away.
The wisdom’s snail paced.
Accept it’s not always your way.

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