My heart… What do I do with you?
Over and over
I find you lost and in pain,
covered in sand
corroded by salt water
bleeding from countless scratches
I pick you up with trembling hands
brush the sand off
kiss the blood away with tender lips
recharge you with hope and love
Just to throw you back into rough waters
the very next moment
and watch you getting tossed and turned
in merciless tides
just to be washed up
on all the wrong shores again
where your timid roots
are never
ever
welcome
