Hey you,
I peeled past the words
hoping to find your heart
beneath the surface.
Surely they flow from there?
Instead I found a ravaged void
and when I looked up
I saw it on your sleeve.
A battered shadow
of its former self,
waiting for life
to flow
back into its corners.
I could almost hear it saying:
“From my abundance
you speak and live.
Allow me to
awaken.
Make room
for the agony and joy.”
In your chest
the echoes
of a treasured beat
resound as that
precious wellspring of life
slips back into place.
