Heart beat

Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here?

That may never be.

Could never be.

Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon –

titles up, audience jump to their feet

applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision.

Except nothing,

not one beat of its drum,

has yet been heard.

No, our heart casts off every nay, throws its head back to gaze straight into the sun

to live the lifetimes of the forgotten and denied.

And nothing –

no structure,

no creature,

no choice,

can force it still.

Published by Kirstie Sivapalan

Writer. Poet. Indie Kid. Crystal Lady. Pisces. Enthuser. Cheerleader. Helper. Geordie Londoner. Sharer of stuff I know. Sometimes found working in HR (but not very often) Oh, and #spoonie, living with ME/CFS. That about covers it.

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