My Achilles Tendon
My Achilles tendon is my heart
Resting bare and vulnerable on my shoulders
I carry its weight through every trial
The devil set it strategically against my reason
It bleeds at a soft rain
A clouds cry mimics tears, striking its tender skin
In the image of a child, naive and absorbent
Taking on even the softest burden whispered
Baby butterfly kisses on my conscience
I see the light in everything
And it blinds me to the darkness at my throat
But when the flame flickers out…
I’ll be left hanging to the world by a rope
Tell me you love me, and I’ll run with that promise to the edge of the world
When I reach this plummet there will be nothing left to do but jump
I only hope my faith bursts into soft wings
And carries me away to a place where there is no false hope
This is my nirvana
A place where love is not soft-spoken
And I can learn to trust my heart again.
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