July 9

Splitting Thoughts


Here the dark dead cells of the tree are the strongest

It is no coincidence it is called heartwood

Tough while the softness around it is peeled apart

Many times the heartwood does not last the longest

Silently rotting leaving a void where strength once stood

Invisibly weakened by life, so goes the heart


(An Italian Sestet)

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