After many days My heart felt something, Don't know if It is the beats Or their Fast beating, A sense of losing control Yet finding the shore, A ship so lost In looking for the Sun, Still making love With the Moon, Today my heart yearned Not for some love But for an empty space, Filled with silence And a responsive case, I don't know Where to look And whom to call, All I know is that There is a call From my destiny And its conch, Urging me to take refuge And leave it all to God, Storms are nothing new Nor are the tidal waves, All that is new Is this fear of losing myself, Drowning has been felt And storms have been dealt, Then from where is This new intensity of Fright emerging, As if my whole being Is submerging.
I bleed my heart on paper through words.