I am a heart that lives outside of it’s own ribs
Easy to squeeze and soft to touch
Loudly for all to hear
Easy to prick and to bleed
I wonder who would want to….
There is a constant stream from those who do
And yet…thump thump thump it goes
People stare at it as if it is strange
But I cherish it and it’s strangeness
You can see the capillaries and the veins and watch it as it beats
I love this
And the ability to live exposed and uncaged
Beating without any blocks or embolisms
To live unguarded
Passionately and unfiltered
Screaming away from all expectations
Throwing them off because other peoples shame, is not my own
My passions are mine
There is no apology required from me for loving and feeling and expressing
I am not sorry for any passions I have….for that is my essence.
That is me.