My heart used to beat in the swift, <br />sharp tap of my high heels, <br />pecking out the rhythm of my blood. Now <br />heart and feet are out of step, <br />out of tune: my halting, muffled feet <br />pluck painful notes, to the percussion <br />of two sticks; a patter of uncertain rain. <br /> <br />But the heart does not break <br />when bones do. It holds firm <br />at the core, sound as an apple, <br />candid as a barn owl's <br />heart-shaped, apple-slice face. <br /> <br />My heart still hammers out the powerful beat <br />That used to find expression in my feet.<br /><br />Valerie Laws<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-does-not-break-when-bones-do/
