• Brian M Winningham


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.

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