Crushed by boys and men
Weathered away by cancer
Ripped open by death

Still it keeps beating
Seemingly impossible
With all of it’s wounds

A pulsing rhythm
Punctuated by sharp pains
Understandable

What keeps me living
Sometimes I wish it wouldn’t
But I have no say

So I stay alive
Feeling blood pump through my veins
And yet I wonder

Oh how can that be?
How can my heart support me
When it is broken?