The Heart Poem by Yanduza Ziyad

The pain of the heart echoes silently through the hollow cavity within

Each pulse of acute sharpness lingers in the breathless shadows after its source dies away; Repetitive, unflinching

The pain accumulates as dust does;

Slowly, unnoticed



The breathing, pumping mechanism of life is once slit

An act carried out in haste and zeal

A thin weak scar leaves a mark behind to validate its occurrence



Time passes, a delicate translucent skin forms,

a mother shielding its child from the darkness within

To no avail

The mother, ungraciously torn away

Opening up the wound once more



The same place; the same hurt

A constant, unbreakable cycle

Dragging on for eternity