My Heart

ImageMy heart is but a fishing bobber:
Pallid and crimson, split in color.
When casted from pole, to sea, or lake
or pond, perhaps. 
Floating uneasy atop the drift, 
To billow in ripple; bobbing over forgotten wakes.

To reel it in would be a lost cause
Because one would save a thing if it were drowning
But for what? For what?
To save my bobber heart from drowning? Why?


Published by Stephanie Staup

Healer and lover first. Human second.

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