My Weakened Heart

-My Weakened Heart-
by
Keaton Foster



Beating
Thumping
Expressive
Representing
Part of a greater
Living
Breathing
Organism
Always existing
For nothing more
Than the spark
Ignition to a controlled explosion
Meant to move mountains
Inclined to burn down forest
Through such obliteration
A new beginning
Is always certain to come
My weakened heart
Often struggles to start
As life itself
Shamelessly
Unequivocally
Pass me right on by
Standing still
While everyone
And everything else
Hectically moves about
Ordered chaos
That I have no part in
As simple as I seem
Forever complex I dream
I am a true believer’s believer
And a true child of everything
I worship no god of circumstance
Because circumstances often change
I worship no false deity of hope
Because hope is an ideal
And ideals are easily burdened
By men and what they wish
These words
Here upon the page
The ones that I write
And the ones that I own
Are the driving force
Behind all that starts
All that wishes
And all that needs to continue
My weakened heart
Is made strong by its need
The need of its own desire
The need of its own purpose
It does not belong to me
I belong to it
And what it must do
It is what I must follow
Where it will take me
I have not a damn clue
Blindingly I will go
Without fear or concern
I will always stay true
To the spark, the beat
And everything that
Each precious moment
Of my evolving life
Comes to mean…


My Weakened Heart
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.