A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.

A portion of my soul leaked through the lack of solid grounds…

The connections lost

I run from the dangers

Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.

Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..

A puzzle completed

as the insanity unraveled.

The kind souls whom I met along my way

lit the fire that opened my heart to a warmer day.

Open to the world

The juices of promise filled the empty spaces of my soul…

The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.