Heavy

I have a hand that's free
Free from the grip of warmth
I have a heart that beats
It pounds for none.

Is this meant to be?
To feel lighthearted in my loneliness?
And then to feel heavy
Heavy hearted as one.

I am one
Aren't I?

        I cut my finger and it hurts
        Whom do I tell?


Erika L. Ganier