The Soft Heart

A latticework of scars envelops it.
Fresh wounds seep through its cracks.
Yet it holds steady, despite a skip here and there, momentarily pulling it off its tracks.
The warm, soft center belies the toughened exterior.
Continuously pumping its lifeblood to sustain others.
Waiting patiently for the signal from above,
Telling it to endure, to keep beating,
To remain eternally receptive to the power that is love.