This Little Heart
Where do I start?
Do I say what they see?
Do I give what they don’t?
But what they don’t has been covered by what they may,
Yet I don’t have to say…
Oh this little heart of mine…
Things I cannot explain have come over time.
How do they work?
A place unseen do these feelings come.
Sorrow and joy lie on the same bed,
Causing a conundrum I see ahead.
Beaten, torn and tossed aside,
Yet he decides to beat…..rivers of tears flow
Oh this little heart of mine.
What is unseen is yet manifested by what is,
He gives to the world yet receives pain
Do I continue?......
I lie down, awake I stay for awhile
Rest does my mind take when I lie away.
Oh this little heart of mine
You will rest when the time has come.
About the Creator
Alphonso Gowah
Poet, Author, Motivational Speaker, Youth Leader, and a diamond in the rough. Words can take us from below the surface to a level of growth and transformation. Let the words you hear and read leave you different than you came.
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