When I empty my heart
At the end of the day,
All too often I find
That it is full of stones.
Some are small and smooth—
A moment of impatience,
A missed opportunity to love.
Others are larger, harder to lift—
Boulders of indifference,
Streaked through with selfishness.
But the worst, the most insidious,
The lava that’s cooled
Into porous, igneous rock,
Choking all four chambers.
Clinging to the walls of my heart.
It won’t come out with shaking.
It requires strong light and a chisel,
Every day of my life.