WILD HEART

Wild heart...
Heart of a free spirit
You are strong yet fragile
A perfect mirror of my soul,
Now you demand my attention
And you won't accept a "NO".

Though my heart beats less forcefully
And joy is scarce to find
The love it holds remains abundant
As on the day I first arrived.

To an infant's heart, love is more
Than mere thought.... it's clarity
Thundering with each beat
Expressed through every pulse.

My heart, now weakened yet it roars
Through dark moments and emptiness
Loneliness surrounds yet I endure.

An abnormal heart...
Yet it still sings...
Suffers...
Loves...
And rules.

My Sacred Blood pumps in resolute
"I will not lose," it cries...
Though my body betrays
Death, both friend and foe.

Grief seems eternal
Yet hope persists
For my fire burns bright
Despite all trials.

In an abnormal state
Pain overwhelms,
Demanding healing
Ending in hospital's embrace.

Memories haunt,
Threatening life itself
But fear, I do not taste
For I was forged in Hades
Where surrender never takes place. 

Pain may cloud agile thoughts
Yet wisdom reigns supreme
The muse of poetry
Free as a dove
Refuses to yield
Refuses to release.

Ancient winds remind
This wretched soul
I am more than flesh
This is but a passage
What fails to kill strengthens
And like an Andean peak
I ride storms,
For this is just the beginning
Fragile, yes...
Yet strong.

Divinity recognizes the free spirit
Breathing life into weakened souls
Where fires smolder, not extinguished.

Gently infusing prana
Healing body, mind and soul
Closing reopened wounds
Darkness dissipates
Revealing new horizons.

Fortunate are those
Who sip from death's cup
Learning endurance from life's teachings
For to be human is our essence
To be our own hero, a choice.

I am fragile yet strong
A leaf unfolding
Edges sharp, revitalized
Born anew in sacred fire
Privileged to be loved as I am
A love untimed...
Magickal...
Healing...
Enduring...
And it stands strong. 

My poems eternal as life
Words flowing despite it all
Some joyful, others sorrowful
Meant to stir....
Meant to open hearts
Before shame and indoctrination close the doors.

Though fragile in body
My poetic spirit rises strong
I write not for fame
But because I must!
It is who I am...
Seasoned in existence's art...
Dancing with my inner muse...
I am fragile....
She makes me strong.

My fingers tremble
Anticipating what lies ahead
A tender heart needing rest
A spirit urging release
The world may carry on without my words
Yet not forever...
Is what I am told. 

Hands clench at the thought
Of promises unfulfilled
For life offers no guarantees
Verses mingling with madness
Infiltrating senses
Yet amid stress and fear
I remain relentless.

For I am a poet at heart
A Free Spirit...
A Gypsy Soul...
A Magickal Butterfly....
An untamed Arabian mare...
Chaotic...
Tempestuous...
Unpredictable...
Loving and Free...
Surrender is not in me.

I bid you farewell
Just for a little while
Briefly departing
Gathering my shattered fragments
Resting in the tender embrace of love
Until strength revives
And my words ignite anew
In a world that sometimes forgets
Life's greatest gift...
To LIVE!

Sofia E. Falcone