Jamming with my Heart's pieces

While skimming through posts on face-book I read one that went: "Jamming with my heart pieces" and thus, the short poem that follows was born. You know who you are.

Life, "How funny it is" 

This I told a dear friend last night as I laid in bed

Incapable of escape into the realm chaotic

Incapable to wrap my arms around calm, i guess she too into sleep unable 

But that I accepted, less complaint and sigh I breath-ed

And into that moment, realisation and wonder at life arriv-ed

Acceptance!

Good within the "bad", I got-it

Life, jamming with my heart's pieces