How she takes care of the heart
When it’s bruised so many times
With rotten eggs, or bullets like pain
The twist and turn of head
The shaking of legs
Breathing now, or not breathing
Swelling eyes with no tears there
Only the soul – the mighty one
That could hold it all
In this heart.
The best discovery I have had
at a time I never thought I would
It was either a
Corona’s curse or blessing!
I discovered you – slowly I uncovered all of the masks that were
Over you as layers of lies and untruths.
That saddened me, but it made me free from you.
In the end.
A new voice emerges
At the turn of the clock
During day, at night too
Out of fire in the soul
She wants to give voice
To those who are in pain, in despair.
It’s the salvation.