#catherinecookson
Dear heart,
how could thou hold still all tis while?
how could thou beat all forms of throbbing and hurting?
how could thou hold?
how could thou?
I am unworthy of thy service
I am unworthy of thy trust
I am unworthy of anything
for I fall and I break
I never learned
I am fragile
I am stubborn
I am weak,
and that is trouble
If I were thou and you were I
I should be in trouble
for you know the mind and will are sometimes lost
Oh dear heart,
how will I ever repay you?
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC