This beating heart beneath my chest,
Beneath veins and bones,
Has broken more than once.

Lies
Loss
Love

They all shot my heart down,
Every bullet more cruel than the last,
And now it's bleeding out.

My pulse is slipping,
I feel life draining away,
My thoughts are fading.

But then I realise,
A broken heart is a flesh wound,
It can be patched up again.

Every stitch becomes an extra mile on the lifeline,
Every inch of wound that is closed is another door opened,
Every second that it heals equals another year of happiness.

This beating heart beneath my chest,
Is a warrior of prestigious proportion,
And I am the soldier who will guard its life.