Heart Worm

Little swallow by the tree
Digging for worms, come dig through me.

Spring cleaning has now made its start,
But I need you to spring clean my heart.

Tiny worries make their bed
Inside my chest, inside my head.

Leaving holes and empty space
Where once had been a solid place.

And yet, with emptiness they leave behind
A cleansing death.The nourishing kind.

And from these holes I learn to breath
And new growth forms from underneath.

And so I've come to think, fair swallow.
I'll leave the worms. Let my heart fallow.