For the past few months this question has made its way in and out of my mind. But I have yet to address it until now. That question being, "What does my heart look like?" I've yet to address it until now because I couldn't produce an answer for it. Whatever answer I did produce, I knew it was out of not taking the time to actually sit with the question and wanting to address it as soon as possible so that I could get it out of my mind. But that hasn't worked out for me (hence the recurrence of the question). I've decided to answer this question in the form of poetry. I hope that this gives you inspiration and allows you to ask yourself the same question. What does your heart look like?

My Heart.

Sitting inside my chest

Beating thousands of times a day

Comprised of cells and tissues

Pumping blood throughout my body.

My Heart.

Contracting, squeezing, and signaling

Essential

Controlled but

Powerful.

My Heart.

Full of emotions, spirit, and pain

Acting in concert with my body

Driving intense feelings

Straight into my soul.

What Does My Heart Look Like?

A fist sitting under my rib cage

Between my lungs

Hollow and

Divided.

What Does My Heart Look Like?

Perhaps it is a symbol

My own personal symbol of

Passion, intuition, and instinct

A symbol of fire

What Does My Heart Look Like?

My own personal supply of thoughts, beliefs, and healing

Moving throughout my body

Coming and leaving

A reservoir.