because we are born to ourselves
it will be necessary to love late in life
is this what I first learned to recite?
my memory is yellowing with age
heartwood softens with the rot of conceit
because I am bound to cry wolf
it was imperative to silence any alarm
is this why pain is permitted to penetrate?
my thoughts turn blank with thinking
heart stops midway to marble town
© Laura Granby 2016
10 line micro poetry a la Stephen Crane for the With Toads challenge: Because it is my heart and checking out the Tuesday Platform