Be still my heart
I whisper to the bleeding bird beating itself against the bars of my ribcage
Try as it might, the only escape is through death
When at last this panicked creature the size of my fist may rest
Many a long night has my heart bludgeoned itself through dark hours, sputtering through panic
In the certainty that the journey as we know it will one day end, may my heart know peace now, between systole and diastole
Heart, you fill yourself up only to empty yourself out again
Working tirelessly in service to every cell in my body
I know I have neglected you, as I have neglected the rest of me
Every beat is another opportunity to do better
I humbly dedicate this moment to you
Sage Burner Poetry 