Sunday, September 29, 2013

New Poetry: Sleeve

My heart
Is worn on my sleeve
At all times
Exposed to those
Who can hurt it or cherish it

Those that cherish it
Care for it like
A precious jewel or glass
Knowing it could break
Treating it with love and care
Holding it close to their own heart

Those that hurt it
Rip it from my arm
Crushing it between their hands
Blood that once gave it life
Now covers their greedy hands
Tearing into two pieces
Before placing it back
On my sleeve.

2013 Jennifer Dante

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