Heart Waves

Heart. A necklace forever lost at sea 

With ruffled feathered wings of paper and ink.

Thoughts, regrets, drag me to the endless brink

Of this deep ocean. I drown, I am free. 

For freedom is an auburn aspen tree,

I climb and face my pain, tear leaves of zinc. 

It is quick sand where all my limbs can sink,

I am not afraid, I wasn’t born to flee.

Pain is still felt at all hours of each day,

But soon one day she will be gone as well.

While waves of relief will wash over me,

I know so will tempests of sadness gray.

Pain echoed memory as a void shell,

And when pain will be gone, you too will be.