A BEATING HEART ONCE COLD 

Once still, black and preserved. Numb to all of the strife it has been through. Words of prayer to move on through and through. 

Was it me this time or again was it you? 

This organ here they call a heart they say it beats, yet mine is so....so still, trying to catch a rhythm of happiness, a moment of strength or even a screenshot of tranquility.

It has a beat of it's own something I once couldn't understand, understand why it would beat through times of peril, glee and lust. Times I would chant to you to stop.. to just be still to not feel, to not want ,to not need, to not yearn. Can I just be this empty vessel with no soul, can I be numb? Can I just release this hostility deep buried within me? Before now I could only see as that but now, I have risen, I have chosen, I have spoken,I chose to have my heart beat. I spoke my heart to beat and love into existence. My heart has risen from the shadows and from a once still, cold tomb into a feeling of warmth, love, need and desire.

I desire for my heart to beat, no longer be..cold.. Beat..beat..