Monday, 10 November 2014

The Heart

The heart bears every wound
Each bleeds still
Torn and weary it beats on
Drops of blood form
Replaced over and over
As life continues

Every hurt is remembered
Locked in a gilded cage
Kept pristine and pure
To experience again
And again
Each time drawing fresh blood
Recreating the wound
And drops of blood fall

But with shining light
Each moment of love stands true
Casting out the darkness
The heart can never be healed
But the light of love
Brings warmth and peace
Drops of blood fall
Shatter and spill in frozen moments
Reflecting light

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