I tried to be, being,
oh so many things
to/for someone else
not myself.
And still, my heart sang.

I tried to break it, my heart,
to deny this truth,
my truth;
fill/feel myself full and overflowing with lies.
And still, my heart sang.

I tried to ignore it,
to stuff myself into
a narrow little box,
a stranger's life.
And still, my heart sang.

Still my heart sang.
Underneath all the pain,
rage, sorrow.
My heart sang, quietly,
my truth, my self.

My heart now sings
of love, of joy, of possibility.
Openly and truly now.
No fighting, no denying.
My heart now sings.