The day the break broke

It gingerly staggers up,
like a lamb to his mother
Transformation begins
A little wobbly at first
A touch untrusting of
it’s sincerity
But it is there

Then the breath becomes easier
More natural
Deeper with less thought needed
Like the coming and going
of the tide
the breath of the ocean

Appetite calls from the distance
It’s been too pregnant with the heart sickness
to wave to you until now
Your senses begin to stretch
and yawn
as your stomach
takes a peep outside
and begins to yearn for nourishment

Fever of the heart has broken
It’s time to heal
to lick your wounds
To build up and nurture
that self love
that went running into the hills
and hid between the woods

It’s time to fight back
To forgive
Seek out your truth
And your magic
And believe in love again