My heart aches of wounds – invisible
My body yearns for hugs – Due on people I call mine
My eyes await faces – lost under the masks
As for my mind – it runs a marathon,
in circles – everywhere – nowhere.
.
But then again,
Hope fuels my dead Heart,
Faith sparkles my dull eyes,
Strength strikes my withered bones,
As I persist,
No matter what – I resist.
.
But before that,
The fire In and around me,
come consume – make my being ashes,
So, I may be born again
Like the phoenix, rising anew!
