Heartfull

My heart is the most complex part of my anatomy.
At times it is neither mine, but yours.
It seemingly has a mind of its own
Marking its own pathway,
leaving its own treads.
I follow it with hope and trust it with fear.
Because sometimes it is my foe, biding its time
To see me fall.
It holds the lies my eyes shield
And is witness to the thoughts I leave unspoken.

It is the invisible, the unseen window that reflects only when touched
It is the me the world does not see
And at times it is the me that I do not know.
I know it will hurt me, I know it will scold me.
I know it will viciously teach me,
Do everything but break me.
For it is my guardian,my keeper and my reasoning.