If I could just hold my heart in my hands
And watch it,
As it morphs into an eagle or into a sparkly butterfly
Depending upon my whims
Pray, I would have made sure
To have it safe and protected at all times!
I wonder with a start,
Is this all about living?
Hiding behind imaginary giants
Believing that they shall protect me
From tidal waves
And catastrophic cyclones?
Is this all about living
Or is it simply cautioning myself
While waiting for the daunting hands of Death
To snatch me away to realms my human mind
Shall never be able to perceive!
Why, is living not about feeling,
Falling, hurting and getting up again
Crawling if need be
To amass in my soul
An ocean of experiences
From which myself and others may gain!
Is living not placing my heart in an orchard
And letting it untangle itself
From life’s mighty vines
While making sure it keeps itself safe
From life’s hungry wolves?
Is living not
And unaccountable to anyone
Except to myself?
Is living not allowing my heart to try escaping
The dinner time of ogres
While managing to survive amidst witches?
I lower my guards,
Smile at my heart,
Place it in my chest,
And look out at the world
Ready to live it!