Sticks and stones

I carefully slit my heart, just a small little nick on the top.  Big enough to carry a pebble.  I met the first people to see me, they cared for me as much as they could care for anyone.  I put a pebble in for them.  Then I met more, kind hearted, loved, compassionate people.  I asked for a pebble from each, and graciously they offered.  I carefully put it in, oh the pebbles.

The more I met, the more I wanted.  Pebbles, little pebbles, big pebbles.  I want to take away that weight that holds you down.  I want to lift everyone on high.  I want you all to touch the stars.  I want it so bad, but the pebbles.

Every person I meet, I want that little pebble to put in my heart.  Fill up my arteries and watch the blood pump around it.  Hear them shake when I jump in fear, listen to them rattle when I dance too fast.  I stretched it all I can, and I will stretch it some more.  Although my heart wears heavy, and the pebbles make it hard to carry.  I want so much to lift you so high, to touch the sky, to set you above all that makes you worry.  I need blood to feed my muscles, to lift you higher, but the pebbles.

Now I can barely breathe, my heart so weary, so tired, so stretched.  The pebbles are getting too heavy, and I don't know which ones to carry.  I want them all but my heart can only hold so many.  Those pebbles which you gave me to hold, I put them in my heart.  I tried to keep them warm.  They're falling out my arteries, so bloody from life.  Those pebbles, so many little pebbles.

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