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Writer's pictureJackie Doss

My Heart

My Heart Sealed and secured, As a love letter that might be Found too soon, Or a minion too precious To be revealed. . .

Hidden Secure Safeguarded Preserved (Finger touching lips) Not known (wink) Yet known.

Why held so? As a child grips her dearest doll, presses it to her breast? If it were living, It would smother there.

Fear of being birthed prematurely And unable to survive?

Or

Fear of being squelched? . . . Unworthy Incompatible, Or worse Inconsequential. . .

Then, thus revealed, Lying on the floor Naked, Ravaged Not by passion But pain. Never to be held closely By anyone But me.

Yes. Guarded, Covered . . . Not by a veil But a shroud.

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