my
Heart
was
thrown
asunder
in the Wind
that
shook
collided
and
woke
me
to Thunder
the
Lightening
that
moved
in
my
veins
(that had always given me Life)
suddenly
malfunctioned
rendered
me
still
.
.
.
buried
me
lifeless
beneath
the pain
the fire
in me
burned
dry
and
I
am
ash
the
hurts
were
never healed
each sorry
led to
many more
and
you
Valued
not I
nor my
Sacred Heart
what
remains
is soot
distinct
residue
of
something
that was
does it matter anymore?
does it matter now?
that
I
am
your
nothing
and you
are still
the wind?
For all my Heartists, who's very Being has yet to be discerned by those they love. Our pain is beyond measure, our Love even greater. Let us mourn our sorrows until they are no more. Let us bury and say goodbye to the Stories we've told ourselves about who we are, our Worth, our Happiness...and Let us Live and be Joy once again. It is time for a new story.
I remain,
Lesléy
Hallelujah Heartist
