The capacity of the human heart
To keep on beating
After
Atrocity
Horror and
Deep abandonment
So contained
So exact
So direct
So unexplainable.
What does he see?
What does she feel?
Beyond sentiment
Or the abilty to make sense
Of an action
Or to question
Why
?
There is a place
Where we go
In those times
So dark
There is an inevitable warmth
An unfathomable comfort
Which massages the heart
Which breathes life
Into dead flesh
Which says
You will live
Because I died
And because
You were born
For a time
Such as this.
(c) 2022, Nikki Lyn Pugh
Image by: one_life
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