To keep the wolves of hurt at bay
I have kept fires of denial burning around my heart
In order to keep all the fires going,
I have had to ring my heart so closely
It has burned to a charred lump.
I have somehow kept the fires burning so long
I often have wondered if my heart was char all through
If it has burned beyond repair and healing.
Today I felt it spasm one time and saw
The char crack in one tiny spot.
There is pink flesh visible in this new scar and
Unbelievably a murmur so faint it was like
The faintest ripple across the surface of a pond
On a high, still and hot summer’s day.
The phoenix is and can only be a symbol of the heart
Oh, my beautiful heart, you too shall soar again.