Our heart is a funny thing,
housing our complex emotions
Beating constantly like the flutter of wings
Like a bird over the vast ocean
Sometimes it feels heavy,
Weighed down by unsaid words,
Sinking like an anchor in the sea
Holding the ship of misery afloat
Other times it feels light,
Like a feather swept up by the wind
Living in its carefree world
And dancing in the open street.
How can something be so contradictory?
It feels like it is at war with itself,
To be sad or angry or happy?
This is the question it faces daily.
~Nayana Nandyal
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