This poem was written with the use of Tarot cards and Dice as a creativity experiment.
A heavy heart carried by a light soul,
For they always held onto love,
Reduced the pains damaged heart’s dole.
Walking through the darkest times, light shined above.
Remembrance of heart’s ache, the soul cast out oppression’s toll.
Saved space, only for… what true-love’s made of.
Lingering and intertwining in spirit forever,
All are imperfect in life’s endeavor.
We stumble and clumsily bump into walls,
While searching on our knees bleeding, for the whoever or whatever to sever…
To stanch the agonizing, paralyzing, flood from the last fall.
It isn’t until the waters recede, we remember the wall,
And why it was constructed over the heartland.
What they failed to understand,
It was never meant to be brick and mortar…
But rose and thorn. Not around the heart, but the head.
A crown, that presses down upon oneself when in disharmony with the homestead.
The baggage we carry are just crosses we’ve dragged along that should’ve been buried
When the roses smoldered to ash.
A light soul knows… love is a garden, where two souls are married.
The rose, five petals… a token, fragile as glass… easy to smash.
A four letter word misspoken for years… ends in tears and fears. Volcanic ash,
Spewing into the fractured foundation of bedrock.
Ground becomes steady, the heart is ready, but the new Earth… scorched.
Timing is the reason, for it’s not the season…
It takes time to regrow, to resow.
Ash gives nutrients to the soil for the next garden to sprout soon.
Two light souls together, don’t have to worry about doom.
Their concern is only the about the sword’s security and to bloom.
Perfectly Human 