blizzard irises

8: beating and proud

i gingerly reach towards it,
then unveil it to see its every bit.
it lays there on the ground,
and still it beats - so proud.

my heart lies bare in front of me,
do i face it, or do i flee?
compelled i feel to look at my heart
all battered and bruised, falling apart.

blood leaks out of its every corner.
in front of me is my real horror.
perhaps i should veil it once more,
for it is terrifyingly worn and impure.

as it lays there, it whispers to me
things that i would never say to thee.
its language is incomprehensible,
one i can't translate as on paper i scribble.

eventually, i end up concluding,
it must lay there healing and bleeding
because after repeatedly breaking on that ground,
it keeps beating, so very proud.