Oh heart, you pump with blood so wise,
From scars that come from your fake demise,
Your walls so fragile and yet so stern,
The grief that burns as you mourn the end,
Of potential love that is just a friend.
Oh heart, you are strong, you feel it all,
You mourn, you ache, you feel alive,
You beat to the death of what you lost,
You feel again, despite the cost.
You open yourself up to feeling again,
Of false projections, never again.
You seek to know only truth this time,
With clarity and depth to now align,
I pour my attention back to Self,
With love and compassion I seek my health,
I start to honor my deep seated pain,
with intention, I learn to make true gain.