To Stop a Human Heart by April L. Gerard
don't always do what they're told.
We seem to feel these things,
these things that come with living-
that we are asked not to feel.
I never said that I wouldn't feel them,
stuffed here in my chest-
aches of hurts, angers, loves, joys, and pains.
Yes, I never said I wouldn't ever feel a thing,
I said I didn't want to act on them.
Never do I want to be rash or selfish,
simply because of how I feel.
Silently inside these emotions tremble.
Tears sometimes fall as I never tell another soul,
what aches, what bleeds in here.
Maybe that makes me the fool.
Trees, stand tall and stoic,
they understand how to stay in one place.
Even if their hearts get scared,
even if they feel the beat grow too loudly in their chest,
still they stay and stand.
We could learn from the trees.
How they weather the storms,
how they feel the rains,
and the hot sun when it shines a bit too much.
We could learn to tame our steps.
To know how to stand with one another,
how to face the onset of time moving through its days.
We could, if we just stopped trying to stop ourselves.
But I wonder...I wonder are our hearts simply too wild?
And if so, does that mean we should run with it?
Cradle it in our hands;
Shelter it from feeling anything.
..as if a heart was meant not to feel anyway.
We are so very foolish to think so some days aren't we?