Where I Keep My Heart

In my attic I keep my heart. 
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals. 
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart, 
and sew it into pillows, 
hide it in sunsets, 
pour it into inken words. 

Then I gift it to the people I love. 

I keep my heart in the attic, 
but I always leave bits of it in my art –  
so my loved ones always have a piece.