The Apple Is Red. Poem by Sandra jacks

Grab me by the hand,
tear at my heart,
make me the most beautiful
unbearably painful part,
ripping at my core,
force me down to size,
Gagging at my presence,
unable to control me,
uncontrollable.

Contain self,
almost can't,
going too far,
unable to restrain myself,
the heart of me,
every part,
dangling on one second,
one moment,
my pulse pushes onward,
unable to move,
the force of gravity,
it's gotten heavier,
shakes of an infant,
trembling in spite,
torturing the soul.