Of a conquered heart

Woe stricken, the heart,
misery grafted into its walls,
anguish rooted deeply within,
the first steps laid,
risky; as you test the waters,
before taking a plunge in.

The grandeur of it all,
its sheen mesmerizing,
to the eye
and the heart alike,
well, flames that promise
to light up fires


But despair can never thrill,
never hold captive the heart
for all you know,
the shimmer dies out,
blackens time along with
adding a little blotch to the past

Real wonders lie put,
oft unseen,
all it takes,
a little touch to your harried self,
a word addressing the tears withheld,
awakened you are.


The rosy pictures can fade
when the strength within wavers,
with diluted acceptances,
when purposes fail,

life goes back to haunt
and you,the haunted.

** leaving it incomplete