The heart may grow weary,
Veins clog, vessels constrict.
The organ enlarges from more than just love,
Your breathing more breathless than quick.
The trick is to keep the soul from departing,
From simply wandering away–
Finding some hollow to sleep in
And wanting to stay.
Dear Soul, struggle..
Want to remain.
Stress. Strife. Schisms.
These summon strength,
Even when the heart is heavy
And blood too burdensome to bear.
– C. Green