I dreamed my heart was black.

This scared me, because I’ve felt lately

all sad and shriveled up on the inside.

Then the scene changed.

I saw that yes,

My heart was indeed black,

But it was made of fertile soil.

Not something hard and cold and shriveled.

And there was a little seedling

growing out of it.

Waiting to be nurtured.

Tags: black heart, heart, seedling

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