My Heart Will Persist Poem by Mark Heathcote

My heart will persist.
My heart wants only to subsist...
My heart only wants to coexist.
My heart is an unclenching fist.
That's been broken at the wrist.

My love can't be dismissed.
My heart is a pendant. fuchsia flower
It's as heavy as a fired cannonball.
But it can't be cruelly coerced to fall.
Even in a moonlit hour.

It's sitting somewhere in the universe.
It's been allocated some sunlight.
And it even opens forcibly tonight.
A frosted moonflower
Living hour by hour, with a tear.

Yes, my heart will persist.
Erupt into bloom with a single kiss.
And open an enchanted door.
Yes, my heart will persist and exist.
Hour by hour for all eternity.

My heart is making a daily offering.
Thankful to be alive with a little proffering.
Happy to survive
Knowing everything in the universe
Magnifies and magnetically, in the end, collide
Like teardrops in the rain.