SINTRA IS FOR POETRY – MY HEART EXPLODED INTO ONE.

SINTRA IS FOR POETRY - MY HEART EXPLODED INTO ONE.

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my heart exploded into one.

my heart exploded into one 

leaving final remnants of narratives, thorns and beasts of yesteryear in hands only angels could create

offering mourning for the anger of wanting,  sadness of need, and loneliness of being full without being seen

forgetting why it got lost —forgetting why it was found

swirling in zero expectation only full hearts can circulate

 

recharging upon it’s power so far divine

a dragon rose from the ashes only an inner goddess could tame it’s brilliant twisted mind

as energy vigorously broke the cuffs around the pain

painting the most beautiful masterpiece my future will begin to create

sealing off succulent tunnels of false safety only fear could find

breaking open spirit’s secret room and grand staircase of the upmost royal shine

inhaling old souls shining wisdom

discovering the buried treasure of light left behind

feeling dangerously criminal as it called all guards to halt

this army of renegades now sees with fresh eyes

no more battles to be won

lost weapons only angels can navigate

allowing love to seep into bones as strong as the oldest forest and most powerful sea

feeding lost hunger pains nutrients of connection only freedom can bring

my heart exploded into one

my heart exploded into one

my heart exploded into one

and then it was done.

 

written in Sintra, Portugal. November 2016. With the ocean to myself and my pen free.

xoxo

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