Slowly. Fear of breakage
hardens hearts, seals lips
so that nothing is said
to reveal a human heart,
convince its stand-in
to break long silence.
A perdurable stance,
it suffers a number
of galloping deaths
before change occurs.
No word can put
its shadow to a page,
nor heart beat so strong
as to open sealed lips
for a heart to break
in worded speech,
deciding to share
with another heart.
Until understanding
comes that hearts beat
with a stronger beat
than hate or hell,
and open instantly
to a breaking heart.
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