Rusty Heart

Daily, I strive to trust,

but my heart just continues to rust.

My engine light has been on awhile,

and it’s harder and harder to smile.

You are so sweet, but I feel bitter,

my memories are like used kitty litter.

Chronic pain is like a metal chain,

they said, “no pain, no gain?”

Around my neck, going down, down,

into the waves that stir differently,

in the sea, deep,

a treasure, I keep close to my chest,

the best I can.

Through my lifespan,

I pray for some kind of miracle,

or whispered oracle,

in my deaf ear,

who sails on waters, without fear.