my heart

by mandaceehb

sometimes my heart is more alive than me

sometimes it just wants to be free

tired, resting, body, still

but my heart is in a thrill

it rattles my ribs like prison bars

aflame with the fire of burning stars

frenzied heat of my pulse

dull finality judges’ gavels pronounce

life sentence within shackles of flesh and bones

debilitate me, break my hold

race faster, you are almost bursting out of me

but my body cannot let you be free