Faint of heart
Of all the things to be in the world,
I would rather be those than faint of heart.
The heart controls not only the bloodstream,
But the love you can feel.
The way you can see the light in the darkest of people,
Or believe in something so fiercely, that you would fight for it,
Or how you can feel courageous,
Because you know that you are a person of worth and infinite value,
And who are they to tell you that you are insignificant?
Without my heart, I would merely be my brain,
I would be logical, intelligent, factual,
But I could never feel.
Being faint of heart can be physical,
Having weak muscles slowly thump,
Each time a strain,
But still, it beats.
But the worse fate seems to me,
To have a heart so small, so weak,
That you can't love,
Can't take courage,
Can't have a cause to fight for,
Can't believe in something true,
Seems like a fate worse than death.
After all, how can you live if you can't love?