MY HEART THE CHILD

MY HEART THE CHILD  
  
My heart the child,  
petulant and demanding,  
alive of the danger and pain,  
but defiantly wild.  
  
I’m a slave to each tantrum;  
subdued and controlled  
by the beating thunder of the pulse—  
a never-ending anthem.  
  
When will it turn wise?  
Harden and mature,  
Trade passion for comfort?  
A fatal compromise.  

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