Yellow Heart

By: Isabelle Morgan

When I turn my head, 

When I look away

Parting my lips, 

Just choosing how to word

What my laugh meant to say

I have swallowed the roots

And my throat knows the way

To the one muscle that won’t overthink

And will let this secret 

Be another plant I have to maintain

Until the branches start to grow through my chest

exposing the leaves in the day

I will just have to wait 

For a cloud to be open

And share some of their rain

But what if this drought decides my heart

Is a great place to test your seed's strength?

Who or where do I pray?

No god in the title

I hold life far from the Bible 

For I know the trees to be green

And in that book 

They are painted red and made ashamed

But I have this feeling

That my eyes fail to convey

I guess I just believe in my body

And I laugh because in my heart

Pain and love grow the same