‘Did someone pull you by the hand?’
you ask.
‘No,’ I answer. ‘My heart discovered
it was beating a different rhythm
to the one it thought it beat.
It was shocked, angry at itself
and guilty when it discovered that no matter how hard it tried,
it couldn’t find the melody it’d lost.
The new one was too strong,
too wild, too free and
too accepting of itself.’
‘And of the heart
whose rhythm it once matched?’
‘It beats still, sound and capable,
ready to find another
to fall into sync with.
Mild and honest, it will always
be true to its owner.’
Treeshallow Musings 