Poetry From the Heart

My poetry comes from the heart,
It flows through my body
It enters my fingers and hands
And then to my pen.

My pen that swirls and squiggles
All my heart’s secrets,
All my heart’s desires.

My heart could write forever,
Twisting my feelings into words,
But it eventually stops,
And my heart quiets for a time,
No longer screaming for attention.

The words no longer flow,
And I can go on with my life.