I Have Disciplined My Heart

I have disciplined my heart
not to fall apart completely
when the acid of swallowed words
threatens to devour me whole.

This heart has no obligation
to prove the truth
of the blood rushing through it
to those who would see the bleeding
as just another mess to ignore.

I have disciplined my heart
to only beat at full strength
in the presence of trust, but
far too often that means
I listen to its throb alone.


Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash
Song Choice: The Quiet One by The Who

This poem was created for the prompt at Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings #22: It Takes A Bit of Discipline

48 comments:

  1. Oh, I've known that feeling. It's no way to live.

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  2. Your words speak volumes ... beautifully composed.

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  3. Yup can easily identify with your poem. Luv the image you teamed up with. I could not get the video

    Happy you dropped by to read mine

    Much✒love

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  4. I can feel those words as if the ink was bleeding out of my own heart. The feeling takes so much out a soul, that kind of discipline... And on the other side of the restraint, there is always the possibility of going full volcano (and that knowledge devours just as much energy).

    This one sings and roar to the blood and bone... and much more.

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    1. Thanks Magaly. I had an inkling you knew exactly what I was getting at with this piece. LOL, and thank you for the moments where you talked me down from full volcano.

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  5. When we are younger we tend to showour feelings more but then as we grow older we beome more stoic and accept the ups and down of life. I really loved the last verse Rommy.

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    1. With age does come wisdom, well, for most of us. I can think of an old fool in my government who hasn't matured past toddlerhood.

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  6. This is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Rommy!❤️ I especially love; " I have disciplined my heart to only beat at full strength in the presence of trust." Yes!❤️

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  7. I identify with your poem, Rommy. It is beautifully written on a painful subject. People may say sticks and stones may break my bones and words will never hurt me, but they do devour us whole, even when we’ve disciplined our hearts. The final stanza is deeply moving.

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  8. I feel the pain....but also the strength of the disciplined heart.

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  9. Save the heart for the good stuff. But please exercise it daily, aerobic.
    ..

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    1. LOL, I was sooooo good about exercise at the beginning of the pandemic, but if my gut is acting up, it has to be a low activity day for me.

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  10. Moving and sobering – especially the last verse.

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  11. It takes discipline to discipline the heart. The last line sounds lonely.

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  12. It is soooo hard to swallow words, but sometimes totally necessary to not carry on the ill and make that extra unnecessary mess. Excellent write. I really feel it.

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    1. Yes, it's very hard to hold in my words when people choose to be oblivious to the obvious pain of others and cover it in faux love and light platitudes that do nothing to address the actual problem.

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  13. Swallowing words is tough. I've done it many times. Your second stanza hits me hard. I can feel it.

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    1. Thank you. I'm glad it had that impact. Yet I wonder if I was too subtle.

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  14. I feel this. How beautifully you have shown the ache through your words! Our heartbeats are better served when not shown to those who would judge us for our pain

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    1. Yep. It's just helpful not to take on any extra levels of misery than we have to.

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  15. That's beautifully expressed- especially "acid" of swallowed words...

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  16. I love this and the idea of discipline the heart but that the heart has nothing to prove.

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  17. A moving poem. It cuts away the silence.

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    1. That silence needs a few air holes cut into it or it will smother a soul.

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  18. This is gorgeous. Love the ending, love the picture.

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  19. Poor darn Fella! well written and depressing.

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    1. Thank you, but I should point out this wasn't written by a fella but a dame.

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  20. I love your work--there is so much wisdom here!

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  21. " far too often that means
    I listen to its throb alone."

    Too many of us feel the same way, Rommy.

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  22. A powerful and well written piece, Rommy.

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  23. love your discipline poem Rommy. very relatable.

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  24. Oh those last lines are magnificent Rommy! These lines are heart stirring and ones that resonate indeed.

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