Heart breaks
Confusion arises.
Pain peaks.
Wounds bleed.
Tears flow.
My gut wrenches.
The sea holds me.
Body surrenders.
The mountain speaks,
Whispering songs.
Spirit moves me.
The bird opens her wings.
The wind carries me home.
Copyright: Tracy Seed
Wounded by one disguised as love
She couldn’t have predicted what happened.
She was wounded by one disguised as love,
firing an arrow that pierced her deeply,
tearing her heart—she couldn’t breathe.
Love disappeared,
leaving her drowning in despair.
Its weight wrapped her in shadows,
her chest heavy, her voice silenced.
Her friends, tender and steady,
carefully removed the arrow.
They bathed her wounds in warmth and kindness,
their touch like sunlight on frozen skin.
They helped her find strength
to see herself once again.
Now she rests,
letting the story unfold behind her eyes.
Dreams flicker like fragile lanterns,
illuminating the path to healing.
An angel visits her at night,
whispering soft reassurances,
feeding her medicine sweet as honey.
It cradles her into deep, restoring sleep.
Her heart heals, slowly stitching together.
Her memories, like feathers on a restless wind,
float and circle, seeking a place to land.
And when they settle,
she holds a story within her—
a story that touches hearts,
offering light to those lost in the dark.
Copyright: Tracy Seed
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