The heart...

It is a treasure and a hope
Many do not know much about the heart
We study the body and the emotions
But seldom the heart and its abrasions
It is a yay or a nay
It is a place to find truth and peace
when the world sits on our backs
rebuking our beasts.
It is my place of refuge
what i refer to when i'm lost
I sit back in the chair of its quarters
asking for its insights
I treat it as a piece of my body
That brings nourishment and comfort
It understands my folly
reminding me it's ok
In my own special way
It tests the waters of pain and
assures me when i'm ready for another day
The heart is not just a mark of
deception, loss and vain