Wicker

The wicker rope sways while tying my heart
To keep it from spilling.
But naught good it does to stay my mind
And stop it from thinking.

Might as well the embers in my heart burst
And wither the wicker whole.
Let myself spill from wounds old and new
My handful worth of soul.

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