There’s a tendency in the heart
To hold things that can’t be held
When the desire is so great,
The need so mammoth
Giving freedom, giving life
Is the hardest thing to do.
When the reason for consciousness
Runs away
It’s difficult to believe
Life goes on
the sun burns and sets the stars afire
The heart beats, but also yearns
The arms ache and the mind reaches
And at some point, a dawning realization
The heart heals, tender memories remain
And life goes on.
Melanie Taylor
November 19, 1999
