My Heart

My heart feels so damned heavy I can't lug it around anymore.  I want to cut it out and be free from it's weight so sore.  Was once in my life it was not this way.  It felt so light, like a balloon that carried me away.  But that which was brought me down, tumbling and falling down to the ground.  Now I drag my heart by my side. Aching, bleeding, bruised and torn.  Enlarged not from love but inflammation from scorn.