Burning Yearning In my heart It's deserving To be heard. Body's whispers Become screams. Thought streams, Where are their hot springs? Body-mind connection Currently a hurtful interaction, Heaviness inside. Whether the mind's full or empty- Hard to tell, The spiral repeats, Energy depletes,
As if under a Spell, Leaving the body A heavy but empty, A burning but cold, A lifeless but longing A hard but soft Shell.
Grateful that poetry is always there. A home of it's own kind. Without judgement it receives and listens.❤️