Where is my heart
scattered over the territory
left outside of me
resting, agitated, awaiting decree

I shall attempt to define
each piece
before I reach a conclusion
of totality’s transfusion

I could take steps
from my feet of pain
to embrace a life that stands
bearing my tight, cold hands

Assuming agony is hot
then my chilled emotions
could anchor one’s fear
changing lacerations to scarless cheer

Recognizing my own tears
as I rise to the surface
safe from drowning sorrow
… There is faith to borrow

Will yesterday’s wine
give me courage
or is the intoxicant a guise
to my own demise

Before my put-together heart
can be heard elsewhere
commemorating my trail
pathing my passion to avail

Must I enter another world
hateless…
a home for gentler words
crickets and window-sill birds