Cushiony Heart (poem)

trying to retain softness in a world of harshness

a puppy on a red cushion

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This heart of mine is s o f t

like the crimson cushion

I sit upon cross-legged,

breathing in emotions

that a stone-souled society says

should be ricocheted off aortic walls.

But instead, I heed Compassion's call

and feel it all to heal it all,

no feeling too big or small.