On the Capacity of the Heart

by young-lovers-eyes

This is a series of six poems that tell of a mental state not unlike many of yours. Insecurity, value and worth, love. You name it, it's in here.

4. IV

IV

I find solace

In the deaf inability

To think,

When you can feel the beat and the bass

Disrupting the natural flow

Of blood in your body.

There is a vibration that means

You are not invincible,

That I am not unchangeable,

That we are not fixed objects

On a plane of one desire

Or one dream

I can be someone today

And someone else tomorrow

As long

As I am true.