The Awakening 

The fire is out
The anvil is broken
My heart is bleeding
It’s been cracked open

Burnt embers
Charred, discarded
But the heart remembers
Lightening reminders
Flash a warning
Telepathic arrows
Memories storming
Be gone!

Let me claim my peace
Another way
To live my life
Immune to heartache
Pain and strife
Or, so I tell myself
But it’s a beautiful lie

The human heart’s
Forever low, forever high
And yet, even so
There’s so much life – after the low