25 Jun 2016

Cold hearted

I am told sometimes
By those few closest to me
That I appear unfeeling
It goes from accepted joke
to truthful criticism
And I disagree

Cynical maybe but not
Defeated by any of them
I remain unbroken by the rocks crashing
At my sides
Nor taken by the saltwater

Not harsh or inhuman
Although the humans – well…
But still not cold
Quite the opposite in fact

My heart
This heart I feel beating
Now in my chest

Is a raw nerve

An open wound

It is a raging campfire
Burning through a rainstorm

And it must remain lit
Otherwise I look around and
All of this
Will dampen it to ash.