Rock

I have a rock on my heart

and it’s so heavy that

I believe I will break

if I try

to take it out.

 

I have a rock on my heart

it’s green-blue and

it looks like

I’ll have a window

instead of it thought.

 

I have a rock on my heart

and I wonder

does it kill me

or heal me?

How do I know?

 

 

This poem was inspired by some other I found on the web but it fitted that well, that I made my own.

Photo from here.

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