To Fix Myself Poem by Renee Wangwe

The heart is a muscle,
I choose to believe
It can be trained.
Not to strain,
Not to twist,
Not to split.

I want to think,
My heart can feel
Within its limits
Safely,
From a distance,
In its cage.

Unlike other muscles,
It is weak,
It needs more of everything.
More care,
Nurture...
More feelings.

But I refuse to give
Into its demands.
For it only returns
Beaten and bruised.
This time I cannot
Afford to repair the damage
It wants to cause.

So again,
From afar,
I'll train this muscle
To forget the ache
It felt,
From knowing you.