That which makes a heart

My heart gives me life,

it is the core of my body,

the essence of me,

and all that makes me.

Without my heart I would not be me,

but an imposter,

nothing but a machine.

Therefore my heart becomes my light,

a light that pierces through the uncertanties of the universe,

a light that heralds my values, my morals, and my truths.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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