Sickly Heart

Be still my heart
thou hast known
worse than this
You've had days,
worse than the most dreary nights
You've had times,
worse than the most fiery plights;
You've withstood strikes and wounds
words, fists, knives and spoons
You've managed all, my little heart
the runs, the walks and the clocks
meanderings which lead you away
You have found, your reasons to stay
far away, far away, in places,
where the demons lay
You have bested them all
and here you stand,
as invincible as you are brave.