my heart tugs
but I'm tugging back
I admit I'm impressed
with its stamina
tenacity
scope
hope
strength
stubbornness
but it's for naught
in that place now
no quitter
no matter
the price
I tried
I cried
a part of me
died
I've prayed
every which way
to Sunday
every day
for my heart to
get a grip
and let go and
let the sun
set on it.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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