A Lonely Heart

A lonely heart Just like a pin on the floor of a dark room, Like a single tree in a stretch of a desert, Like a rabbit in a self contain hole, Like a bird flying in a dark of the night, Just like a man in a middle of snow. Like a boat cruising in a middle of an ocean, A lonely heart grips fear. Fear of the unknown; of fear surrounded by self. Without a companion or a neighbor. As the heart sunk in the stomach, the body jumped out of skin. Landing in a desolate ground. Just like a triple jumper clawing the ground for hold. The body crawled to grab a thing. Touching a box of troubles and a load of worries. Of new to the lonely heart; of old to the busy heart. As the lonely heart cries to keep the mind and heart busy. Fears flow rolling to form an ocean. As the formed ocean is full of current, So, it ignites a meeting of splashes. Splashing deep and above the ocean. The splash provided a momentum of hope. As the guest in the heart accumulates, the heart climbed back into the skin. Inviting an influx of visitors. A unity of soul, heart and body, Uniting heart to heart. Reuniting soul-to-soul, body-to-body. Leading man to man. In no man's land, the battle is the mind and body.