Shadows of the heart...

One of my more tormented pieces, I suppose.
It is both personal and for all. It is a poem to my heart, which is the bloody betrayer I speak of. Such that it insists on loving and leaping, in many ways, with knowledge of logic that tells of coming pain. Yet, the heart insists on loving. (It is also notes of those that mislead or use our affections.)
This is of sacrifice, upon realizing that our world of souls is aching from life today. Of evil that lurks and love that is the only truth that can defeat it. So, in this piece, I determine to end the cycle by tossing my heart into the sky where evil cannot enjoy crushing it, but instead it becomes the light of stars twinkling above, saving the world from darkness and giving back love. All the while, with heart not here to create the ache, I am a warrior against evil, which can no longer win.

I must say, it is in my later writing that I realize the true sacrifice is to retain my heart and accept the pain, for myself and for others.