Heart to my Head

Hey you,

Up there,

Yea you, 

Don’t look away,

It won’t work.

I see everything

That’s right, 

You think about it 

Up there,

But you feel it

Down here.

I control if a thought

Lingers with ache 

Or washes over you

With joy.

I’m the key to your

Moral compass,

Always a pulse away 

From empathy

Or dissociation.

I don’t always get 

Things right,

But I’m usually on beat.

You can argue 

Any case,

I am always

The jury, 

But I know 

What you can live with. 

I’m a diary that

Doesn’t need to be written,

But I’m what puts the soul

In your poetry.

It’s not a contest, 

Your cinematic imagery 

Works in harmony

With my vibes, 

Elevating their weight. 

So don’t forget

I’m here, 

When it’s hard,

I’m not being cruel, 

But I know what 

You need

To be you.