Our Hearts

We thought it would be wise,

But much to our demise, we’re wrong.

Expected to be strong enough—

Turns out that grace is tough to give.

We struggle to forgive

Knowing that we can’t live this way

And not sure what to say.

Let’s choose to change today and face—

Our hearts have been misplaced.

This poem is a Luc Bat — a Vietnamese poetic form that means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.

Misplaced