Change Of Heart Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as my shaking hand
reaches out reluctantly
yet again

to pick up my faithful violin

I hear my heart finally speak,
words plain in my ears

it said no, no, no more

my only obvious question is to myself

why, why has my heart finally chosen to speak to me now?

It could have spoken up long ago

and if it did

maybe, just maybe

I wouldn't be sitting in this emergency room

desperately hoping...

to receive my transplant.