Come Alive

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Dormant lungs, paralyzed
Body hung suspended
Tired heart; empty eyes
Tainted from remorse

Injuries there inside
Agonies unspoken
Broken dreams; hope denied
War without recourse

Lay them down, my dearest one
Let the stripes across your back
Mend in time–mend with love
Casualties of these attacks

Come alive again, my dear
Weakened wings can fly from here
Vestige of my darling friend
Come alive–awake again

My Heart Doesn’t Break

My heart doesn’t break
It shatters and splinters
It freezes and cracks
Like the coldest of winters
It melts into liquid
It trickles and runs
It heads for the sea
Where it waits for the sun

My heart doesn’t break
It fills up the oceans
It turns and it changes
Like innate emotions
Till sunlight assaults it
And heats it to vapor
It rains down like words
On the surface of paper

My heart doesn’t break
It shrinks into pen strokes
It morphs into art
Like things that we invoke
It comes out in poems
Or things that I do
I gather the pieces
And send them to you