a heart too small
My heart is too small. I can’t fit things like the memory of the ones I love and miss inside of it. I stash it in my colon, spleen and liver. I can hide it in my tears which are wasted on them because they are lost.
My heart is too small. I can’t carry things like forgiveness and trust inside it. Upon my shoulders are things like anger and resentment. I stoop with their burden but can’t seem to shed it.
My heart is too small for all of the ideas inside my head.