1. My Heart

Beat-beating, beat-beating, beat-beating…

Stained yet washed-clean
Broken yet held-whole
Emptied yet filled-full

Pulsing replies to the rhythms of love
Pounding defiance to the arresting of grief
Drumming percussion to a unique life-song

Marking time
Measuring hope
Metronome of grace 🌿

I make absolutely no claim to being a poet, but April is National Poetry month, so I’m challenging myself to writing a poem a day for the month. It will likely be frustrating and interesting and, well, challenging. It could also be a complete disaster. Oddly enough, I’m actually okay with that as a possibility.

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