By Nora Sayed G12 LS

I see you. I feel you and I hear you

I know the struggles you’ve been through

Always there, never looked at

Rarely at peace, mostly in combat

You fight to hold on and fight to let go

The person you love most may become a foe

Once you’re wounded, it lasts a lifetime

Yet, the executors never deem it a crime

It’s the heart that must go through it all

And at the end of the day, must stand tall

I say the heart is a wild creature

It is its own master and its own teacher

And our ribs are its disdainful cage

One that in no way soothes, only enrages

The heart would consider beating the cage down

But it knows if it escapes in blood, you will drown

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