Locked in a heartbeat

 

I’ve been drifting

these last weeks,

seeing my energy shifting

and finding myself lost

in its static, I’ve found

my mental state starting to flag,

and those flags are swaying

in the winds that flow in so heavily.

 

I’ve been lost.

A stranger in my own mind,

walking a path that wasn’t mine.

Reading from a book

where the wrong passages

were underlined.

Where I couldn’t find answers

for they were not written for me,

but for a person that lived in my body

so many years previously.

 

You see I’ve changed with the seasons.

I’ve become weather-beaten,

but that has softened some of my edges

it has weakened some of my defences.

It has shown that speaking of hope

is not a weakness, but a release,

but I see now the mist is clearing.

I know what I need to do with my life.

I am a poet. My words are my truth,

and they speak of the love I hide,

So, when I speak of love,

know that I speak of you.

 

They speak of the one

that I won’t name aloud.

For fear is a cloud

that brings too many storms

to this town.

So, I’ll stand on stage

with a book in hand

and I’ll sing of love.

I’ll swim in the glow,

knowing that the magic is all true,

and if you know too

then please hold it within

wherever your path leads you.

For love is universal

and it flows in the atoms,

so, it matters not if our bodies connect

for our souls are locked in a heartbeat.