A heart falls on a carpet of thorns

hurt and dismayed that the cushion

of promises has been so callously replaced

It lies there- bleeding from its many wounds.


….slowly it begins to heal- scar tissue toughening its innards

It beats with a new strength- gathering power as it pumps new hopes and dreams into existence

The heart takes pride in its scars

-for they are the Degrees earned

from the classroom of life

©Vivian Zems

dVerse poets