h e a r t
expanded,
bursting at the seam s ,
laid bare
for those who can hear it
I sing,
soul open wide,
my body
a vessel
filled
to be poured out and emptied
go ahead,
feel
trace the bumps and lines
of my scars
and feel the quiver of
your own
take it
as a gift
from the giver and beyond
an offering of love,
a healing
balm
for those who can hear it
I sing,
soul open wide,
my body
a vessel
filled
to be poured out and emptied
go ahead,
feel
trace the bumps and lines
of my scars
and feel the quiver of
your own
take it
as a gift
from the giver and beyond
an offering of love,
a healing
balm
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