In a Heart is a Messy Struggle

In a heart is a messy struggle
Messy, because understanding
Is a word of the mind
Of which
The heart has no equivalent
And all tributaries of thought
Pour into the same river
Ending in a fantastic waterfall
An endless gush
Released.
So full, strong, inexplicable
The dam on my heart is reduced to splinters
As I burst,
With Expression
And Truth

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