My Heart

Sometimes it is a hole,
that sucks me into the ground.
Sometimes it is a presence,
that is strong enough
just to sway my mind.
Once it was a love,
that introduced security.
Once it was even a universe,
that i slipped into to trip on a comet.

Sometimes it is a person,
some days a girl,
who loves to be told that she
does not know how to take control.

Last week it broke down,
and became a quivering bunny,
as it sweat and cried,
whimpered in pain and confusion,
I saw it from the outside,
Reached in--pulling.
Put a few pieces on each other and...
watched it suck me into its hole again.

Slowly standing up,
I gained some insight to myself.
Then I knew finally,
what it would be today...
It would be my mind,
I would think with it.

One day it will be intact,
but for now it is the one thing
I can call my own:
my heart.