Rebel heart

The rebel heart
cannot be controlled.

It goes against the grain
and steadily makes its way into the
deepest ravine
and to the peak of the highest mountain.

Guides, who have walked this way before,
leave copious notes,
and well-placed signposts.
There are
warnings galore – everywhere.

Alas,
the heart is blind
to all in the world
but its own dedicated course,
navigated by internal truth,
driven by permanent hope.

It will not be told.
It cannot be corralled
by anything
apart from
love.

20-04-16

© Marjorie H Morgan

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