bulging at the seams

 
there's no burden to be found  
carrying a full heart around  
stuffed to the edges with love
saturated with laughter
brimming with memories
it's what makes us so textured
so beautiful  
our porous souls soaking in all those emotions  
even endings whisper of beginnings
as start once spoke of its own stop
not every exhale will be followed by inhale  
but every moment lived with passion
...compassion...
breathes on long after it ceases
as weightless as space when carried with grace
battered & dented though it may be  
I'm proud of my bandaged heart
so full...  
...it's bulging at the seams