Poetry

The Second Dawn

After the frost hardened the ground

rooting deep into its core

the body wept

 

it couldn’t foresee the warmth returning

to its heart to help bind it back together

and wind itself up to a regular thump

 

massaging out the creases and torn tissue

that forced it to shatter

 

summer came early that year

however

and surprised the body so completely

all it could do was keep on weeping

Poetry

Calcified

You find it on the hearth, a tiny thing,

still a flutter beneath the calcified outer.

The warmth inside has faded to a simple prickle

that decreases every moment.

 

How did it get there, who cast it aside

to continue on their life without it,

hoping to never feel the pain and uncertainty that love can bring,

while forgetting how their view of everything

becomes just that little bit brighter for it?

 

You cradle it, unwanted heart,

hold it close to your own so it can share your heat,

build up a rhythm to restore its strength.

 

You guide it until it can beat on its own

and then let it make its way

back to the world

where it can find that reason to glow again.