heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Heart of gold
Scarred abandoned heart of gold screams against echoing white walls challenging you to show yourself questioning why you haven't thus far Sobs of anguish and confusion compliment the feeling of utter hopelessness and defeat soaking into the thick suffocating fog the only answer, the questions themselves Laying on the cold uncaring floor blank space, blank state, just… blank. Feeling a black hole starting to swell tears fall into its vast unbecoming As eyes close ready to fade away small golden sparks start to dance moving around your exhausted body weaving intricate designs with intention A delicate intelligence creating code like that of an old familiar childhood toy An Etch-a-sketch of dark memories shaken to obliterate the path of pain The golden sparks now a quilt of warmth each patch holding a part of you fallen away The lost parts, the wounded, the forever gone now carrying the things that no longer serve You realize without that depth of darkness you would never have reached the brightest and highest of the stars now integrating with self the shimmering quilt gives a tight embrace You understand then, your plea for light and love was answered long ago at first spoken request but it required purge of shadow and death of ego When next seeking light, please read the fine print!
By Tressa Rose12 months ago in Poets
