Show Some Heart


Tattoo on my skin,
Invisible but shining
still
through my corduroy
fabric, warmly bundled
to hide me from
these harsh winds
Who run their hands through
my hair as if to ask
What's wrong? Your safe here.

And my smile, plastic
of the finest quality
made locally
but still a hole in your wallet
Or maybe the heart?

Not all the time.
I still care to show you
the melty person gathered
up in corduroy who
still loves to glow
and sing my song
to anyone who might listen
over the winds scream.

Empathy will glisten,
even if a smile seems to
give off no doubt.

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