It’s something like a fire, <br />Consuming and burning. <br />It’s something like a flower <br />Blooming and wilting in its time. <br />It’s written by the heart. <br /> <br />It’s something treacherous <br />Like a steep slippery rock face. <br />It’s something like a tomb, <br />Old and haunting. <br />It’s the writings of the heart. <br /> <br />It’s something like a rusted cage, <br />Rotten but binding. <br />It’s something like glass, <br />Frail and sharp. <br />It’s written by the heart. <br /> <br />It’s something like Beethoven’s fifth. <br />It’s sweeping, deep and forceful. <br />It’s something like a two-edged sword, <br />Always biting back, <br />For it is written by the heart.<br /><br />Rebekah Gamble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/core-motion/
