I wear my heart out on my sleeve.
Exposed and vulnerable yet not fragile.
Sometimes covered by clothes of,
tenderness, compassion, embarrassment.
Other days it lies bare, naked, stripped,
by passion, enthusiasm and excitement.
I wear my heart out on my sleeve like a bracelet,
to remind me of my humanity.
The pain and suffering that exists in this world,
would be numbed, dulled, ignored with my heart hidden.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
© Paul Cronin 2011