I wrote a letter with my heartpen
and mailed the letter to myself,
a poor man's copyright
that each bout I copy wrong,
forgetting
to capitalize a digit at the beginning of a sentence
or to put a period at the end of my question
or to dot a t or to cross an i,
knowing nonetheless
that I must come to grips—
rather than with the
idiosyncrasies
of my idiocy,
my t's,
my i's—
I
must come to grips
with the
things that take.
the things that break.
Oh, dear God,
I find notes of empathy
written on my heart
by someone's heartpen
and by my heartpen
then
on another heart
that's another pen
that's another's heart
that's another's pen.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...