Doubt Of The Heart
If only it was a rock inside my chest,
by Shirley K.W. Ka
A heart carved out of steal,
That beats not, moves not or cursed to feel;
Emotions born to burn, and shatter dreams.
If it was a block of iron behind these ribs,
Feelings would not exist.
No grief, no tears, nor joy or fears,
Only motions of routine.
Yet I was granted with a human heart;
Designed in detail to the core.
Blessed to love, to comfort and to rejoice
By The Greatest Wisdom from above.