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Makeshift Heart

A poem for anyone whose heart they made themselves

By Solo GamezPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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The other day while I was home for lunch,

something like “Naked and Afraid” on the tv

as background noise. I saw a guy make a makeshift

rain cover with the resources around him and

nothing else. My initial thought was “Wow, where

can someone learn to be so calm and resourceful

in a time of a serious emergency?”

Then, I realized something. I have been

walking around with a makeshift heart for a

pretty good while now. This papier-mache heart

is something I crafted with hands that bled all over

the shards of glass that was my old heart when

I tired to put that one back together.

This heart is made up of broken promises,

the wrong expectation of forever, an idea

that people will stick around much longer if I

make my love strong enough to cover the

both of us, and paper that I found

sitting out in the rain.

It is held together by the tattered strings

that belonged to the fabric of my self-esteem

and the dried up glue that used to hold me

together.

This heart does not beat because I forgot to

add the rhythm of my walk. I have to watch my

steps and avoid everything that could cause

this fragile heart to fall apart.

It is sensitive, scared, and not ready to

be accepted. It questions why it is here.

Being born out of tragedy means having a

bad day from birth, mistaking a minor inconvenience

for the end of the world, and never trusting you your

own reflection when you tell it that things will

eventually get better.

From this, I learned to make sure that

my child is welcomed to the world with

sunflowers and sunshine so that they

will always see the sun somewhere.

I have realized these past few days that it

is time for a newer, more durable model

of the heart I have now. This spare tire that

is keeping me on the road I am traveling

on is good for now, but not a permanent solution.

It will need replacing soon. Maybe if I break

down, I’ll just hitchhike with you, and use

your heart until you drop me off to get my own.

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Solo Gamez

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