Heart on my Sleeves

My eyelids are whispering, close to touching.

The rustle of leaves yell over my grunting.

Hold my chest, the courage is beating slower.

With each exhausted breath, my body is sinking lower.

Drops of blood, soaking on the beautiful leaves.

A trickle of blood covers my bandaged sleeves.

No one to save; not even myself.

Asking for a miracle, I beg God to help.

"God PLEASE! Please God save me...

I'm in so much pain God. Why do you hate me?

God, please save me. My proud heart doesn't want to give up.

I'm breathing but feel dead. My spirit is stuck.

The leaves once filled with hope and joy are now ruined and soaking in my rage...

God please, I'm so sorry... Let me live another day."

Feeling the beat in my heart start to bloom.

A man close to death, finding strength to exhume.

Sometimes we need to be so close to dying,

Just to see how badly we want to live.

Sometimes we have to bleed into our hands,

Just to see how much heart we have to give.

-David N. Baker

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