ash

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