That once was mine

it occurs

Here, my lines of life, placed in rhymes
difficult, at times, to expose
for a heart, such as mine
overlooked, among the weeds
while blooming,
with beauty of a rose…

My life, shared, compared
often labeled, a gift, I suppose
but I do not dare
place upon a shelf
self
for I lack acceptance of attention
like a fool, believing, true
deserving of plaques, applause
content in knowing
I have served life well
for a heart, such as mine
needs nothing more than love
to breathe, to give
what lives deep within
failure is pretend…

So, what more can I,
a heart
give to you,
that once was mine…?

 

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