Doubt Of The Heart

If only it was a rock inside my chest,
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.

by Shirley K.W. Ka

Comments (1)

Yes we were blessed with a human heart, a gift from the good Lord above. What more could we ask for, after all we have his unconditional love, excellent poem shirley, another (10) . --Melvina--