If you've read my poems before, you know I welcome any comments/replies. A heart is born. It cannot see quite yet, The world is in a fog. It must be led for now. However, it was born to feel. Words come, words go, As each comes in, The heart begins to know. Thus giving birth to its vision. The heart see's, through feelings. It cannot run like the body, It cannot hide like the mind. It feels and it knows. Some words come in, They can stab and leave scars. Some actions can be taken, They can shake its innocence, Leaving it battered and bruised. The heart now knows it's bleeding and will die. Time moves on, So does the heart. The heart can learn to forgive, The mind does not. But the heart will always remember. Upon its death it asks, "How much have I forgiven? Was it enough to balance out what the mind could not?" c. 2007
