my heart he held

red and round

swollen and infested

juicy with loveless generalities 

wormed with fear and disease

pulsating to prove

here here, I beat 

and as it were, to beat is to exist

yet the seedless ground and thoughtless mind

all the branches accounting for shame

cause us both to petition something must change

if something is to grow

the hard casing that shielded you on this journey must split 

a sure dispersal of hopeful seeds 

as the tender inkling eases into the light 

see its fleshy stalk take form

know that you are growing into something

which will yield much healthier fruit