Marble Heart

My heart is like a largest marble slab. Heavy...

Each day I feel it swing down in my stomach. Feeling it hit every organ with each beat of my heart.

And while I lay on my back it weighs so heavily it bends my body like a comic drawing.

As I grow older my heart still swings low.

But know my heart now doesn't hit my organs.

Every beat of that magnificent muscle draws a chisel to it.

My attacks just help to shape a new beautiful sculpture.

Each strike of the chisel makes it crumble but grow in class and beauty.

The marble is a beautiful substance.

Even the smallest piece holds enormous weights.

Making breathing hard in occasion.

With every hardship a bigger slab is added and my own healing creates more beautiful art.