How I Gained Heart Poem by Rodrig Andrisan

At first I couldn't find myself and felt always limping.
I can't find a good rhyme to limping.
When I used to say something,
I've been doing that because no one knew
where the words go after we speak.
Not even one fairy present to my incarnation,
I was born like that... just more simple.
I stood on the shore,
listening the moan of the sea and the orphan wave,
nothing was floating somewhere, blocking the horizon.
No fairies at all.
If I wanted to paint the sky,
I had to stay at least a Bronze Age
and listen to my percussion quartz spheres.
Only then I could put a smattering of conditioner
on a disembodied word.
From the crystallized sand on the thighs,
I chipped alter egos and got old,
conjugating the verb to be at all times.
If inside the dump of my chest full of mold
It was installed a few days ago a heart,
It is because I had the willpower
to be reborn,
this time,
shrouded in the smell of freshly cut grass ocean.