The Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart


“But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red…”

― Walt Whitman


Whenever I feel a twinge,

a stab in the heart,

and the drops,

of red,

begin to bleed,

from within,

I hear a voice,


never mind.


For the mind makes the heart,

bleed longer,

and stronger,

bleeding for the sake of bleeding,

but if left alone,

the heart will soon mend,

from its hurt,

it bleeds to heal,

and feels itself healing,

with each careful drop.


For the heart must go on,

and can do so more easily,

if the mind does not go on,

and on,

and on,

about what it thinks,

of what one feels.


“Moral wounds have this peculiarity – they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.”

― Alexandre Dumas


 * H is for Heart

the heart of re-generation