My Heart
The heart; handled with care,
A delicate package; what an honor to share,
Full of anger and rage
I begin to set the stage,
A life full of fear
I see it shed a tear,
The tears come and go
My heart bleeds; that much you know,
It's been broken and abused
The heart is crushed and used,
With chains to keep it locked away
Alone I sit here and pray,
Lord heal this broken heart
That I may have a new start,
This is a lesson all my own
To trust shows that I have grown.
Leslie A. Cogswell
November 2001
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