A Part of Me

My heart...

Dark and misshapen from the years. 

Fears and scars riddle your shape. 

Afraid to follow your rhythm and sound. 

Found that opening you up created a flood.

Above all else I am afraid you’ll sting. 

Bring me to my knees with pain. 

Again, I really don’t think I can take that. 

Matted down from being dragged through hell. 

A shell of what was once robust. 

Must I see all of your wounds? 

Soon you will repair; I swear, it cannot be any other way.

Today I have to choose to let you heal. 

Feel and embrace the possible future.
My heart...