Who could ever understand a heart like mine?
What a mess, what a maze, what a caged bird awaiting flight
And yet a few relate, those who take the time
Comprised of patience, generosity, compassion and sunshine
Most may call them strangers, but I know them as friends
Each expressing emotions and moving mountains through pen
Your humble hearts hurt more than most,
And your vulnerability often leaves you exposed
But promise me you'll never stray from your truth
Because I'm more confident today
Knowing pieces of my heart reside also within you
© JL Smith
A dedication to a few of my dearest writers who have taken the time to get to know my heart--who understand it because their hearts beat to a similar song. I'm blessed to call you my friend.