A Woman’s Heart
October 13, 2011
A woman’s heart is a mysterious being:
A maze,
A labyrinth,
A harborer of pain.
It breathes.
It moans.
It aches.
It sings.
At times a glittery, shiny thing.
A riddle of sorts,
It confounds,
Amuses.
Uncertain,
It dies.
But if you know how to cradle it,
To ignite it,
Step inside it,
And pluck its strings.
Then, a woman’s heart is the simplest of things.
-written April 2010
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Kim, that was very well stated and so true. It is a shame that more people don’t do just what you said.
Keep on writing, Lady. It’s is your life. Love, Dad