FERTILE HEARTS
Some feelings and few people Have the power to make us whole. Others are like weapons- Lethal guests that shatter our soul. Have you ever been so broken; That acid tears burn your hopes? Have you ever had the doubt; Chase the horizon or live like a ghost? When flowers bloom from a broken heart; From the labyrinths within its core. What essence do they have? How Far their stem can go? If you can hear me, my darling I can tell you what I know. Some blossoms have the scent of melancholia Unable to reach the surface( afraid to grow). Others are bathed in new beginnings; Eager to reach, the light of the sun.