Oddly Shaped Heart


the mending weld
that lets my heart
beat on.

In the forge,
pieces melting,
bound together
by others’ gold.

A timeless dripping,
in molten drops

…the burn blocks
the pain of rending
as the heart
nearly stops.

But, I am whole.
I have a heart of gold.

Omoiyari no aru kokoro.

It beats on,
molten metal,
molten gold,

because I am the mold.

©️ Obol, 2019.

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