A Return to Poetry Writing: Fluidheart

Every few years, I start writing poetry again - and 2 nights ago, the cycle began again. So I added the category, and will post them as I proof them... special thanks to my sister, mother and Uncle Bob who said this one didn't suck (in so many or few words):

Some say that I have no heart,
that
If you were to pour it out,
it might
Fill a thimble
Such a small
thing,
a
Minute cup,
too small to
Put anything of
worth
in. And maybe
That thimble
Keeps the contents
From being damaged.

If the finger had no value
There would be no
thimble to thwart
pins and needles.
You confuse quality and quantity
Arriving at eery conclusions. If
You gave me space more
for my heart maybe perhaps
It could be filled, shaped
To fill the container, to
assure nothing else was there
Removing that which clings
To walls of the container
Assuring that the most
Contact was made and and so
There would be no hollow inside.