Apr 25 (edited) • General discussion
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HEART.......
My Heart is a survivor....
that one that doesn't fold under pressure
It adapts.
Before I ever took my first breath, it was thriving
from deep within
that pulse that led the blood to my veins
My Heart....
It remembers nothing, yet it keeps me alive
through everything
It doesn't break the way I say it does
My Heart....
While it bruises, it thickens under pressure
adapting to whatever weight my life may
demand.
My Heart......
Is a warrior that fights hidden battles
It's relentless
It's symbolic
It's warm
It's muscular
It has no boundaries
My Heart......
is not a metaphor
It's something I adore
My Heart.......
Thanks for reading
Delleesa Harris
4/25/26
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