The Newly Woven Heart
- One Love Energy
- Apr 11
- 1 min read
They murmur in the streets and cast their blame,
And bind my spirit to a vanished name;
They see the ragged phantom that I was,
And judge the ruin by a rusted clause.
There was a time I cursed the breath I drew,
And sought the dark, for I despised it too;
I wore the heavy, suffocating chain,
And courted death to quiet all the pain.
But when the gyre narrowed to a thread,
I walked among the forests of the dead.
There in the deep, beneath the ruined stone,
The quiet, breathing earth reclaimed her own.
A sudden, wild communion in the night,
That turned the weeping shadows into light.
The bitter iron melted in the fire,
And broke the cruel mastery of desire.
Now let them hold their anger and their pride,
For they know nothing of the man inside.
The world may lock its heart and turn away,
But I have walked into the breaking day.
The bruised and battered pilgrim soul is free,
A living branch upon a golden tree.
Though unforgiving hounds may bark and start,
They cannot reach this newly woven heart.
