Once upon a time the heart was open
running around, like it’s nobody’s business
who it loves and worships
but the life became morbid.
One hit after another and between screams
nightmares and tears the bravery evaporated
the soul was not sated with the illusion
and conclusion broke the resolve
the heart made of fire became eerie cold
But still shining gold, like a moniker
people gave to it – the sun
and it warmed the righteous and the scum
protecting what it could, arguing that it should
close shop and leave to far away lands
but as it stands, it must save what can be saved.
A slave to its own whims and desires
struggling to find the balance and ultimately failing
because saving was never about shutting out
cutting the precious joy of connection
being a pale reflection never suited the peacock.
It wanted out and it wanted parades
rains of appreciation, soaking to the bone
taking what it needed, ignoring the pain
because the roaring fireworks were worth a bit of pain,
So it laughed and let it rain.