Sensitive Organs and the Bones That Hold Them

 

Do the bones 

that cling to my flesh

feel

they need to be peeled away

and cleansed?

 

Do the eyes 

that give me keys

to the world

feel

they need to be 

thrown away?

 

Do the arms 

that show my affection,

give me the tools to create

feel 

they need to be

removed?

 

Do the legs

that carry me through life,

over rocks and rubble,

feel 

they need to be 

taken off, shaken out, and reattached?

 

No?

 

Then why do I

feel

like my heart, that gives me life,

provides the food for my art,

needs to be torn from my chest 

and restarted?

 

The heaviness of life weighs it down.