I must fix my heart.
Center it
right where it is
inside me.

As you must do for yours.
Once you find it.
How I did.

Looking in all the wrong places.
In people’s faces.
Crossed mountain ranges.
In labor.
And loss.
And certainly in rediscovery.

Fix your heart.
Fix my heart.

Once you locate our broken part.
The pipe that is leaking.
Leaving good clean heart-water on the ground.
Oiled heart-pistons hesitant to pound. To push.

When it is fixed you will know.
Water will flow.
Fuel will explode.

You must find your heart and fix it.
Or you will never be fully whole.