Oh my heart, my heart,
what a beautiful, breakable thing.
In your pain and joy you are creating art,
for you cry and laugh and sing.
Oh my soul, my soul,
what a mysterious, beautiful creation.
Devoted to the one in control,
holding blessing and sin of every generation.
Oh my mind, my mind,
what a mad, horrified design.
So sharp and soft, one of a kind,
always breaking and believing to be fine.
Heart, soul, mind, the three components,
Foundation to our being, but so frail.
either rising or breaking in these many moments,
in which we don't know if we win or fail.
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Poems - Let your words breathe
Poetry"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsworth
