There is an average size to the human heart – a few ounces more if it pumps life through a man compared to a woman, or grams if that’s your method of measurement, though some things cannot be measured, and one size does not fit all. How can a heart weigh less compared to other organs and yet feel so heavy at times?A Heart Speaks
Oh, to be average, what a relief that might be.
If my capacity for feeling were finite
maybe strangers in the checkout line would not pour their woes all over me.
My eyes see the pain in theirs and my ears hear their words
but it is my heart that knows.
It is my heart that knows
the difference between a bad day and a life, broken.
Even when no words are spoken.
I have infinite compacity for listening,
(even when no words are spoken),
but limited resources for fixing
what awaits them
after the smile I inspired
Maybe staying closed and protected would be less of a burden
but my heart knows what it would miss –
the infinite details captured by an above-average existence.
A burden worth every beat
even if some encounters leave me a little broken.
I may be a petite person, but I am not here to play small. With my heart, or my life.
Thanks for receiving my heart, expressed through a poem that woke me at 4 AM yesterday morning. The burdens of a poetic heart. Right poets?
Take care of your heart and your health this holiday season. Be well. 💗 Michele
My poem made me think of “Never give all the Heart,” by Yeats. Of course, I would respectfully disagree.
Featured photo by K Petro, the one of me taken by Cora, a nice lady I met on the Superstition Mountain trail
© 2022 MyInspiredLife