All Within My Hands - Mystic
With a hand upon my heart,
I once asked for you to start,
Caring for me, long ago
Love began to shape and show
Our relationship flourished.
My soul was healed and nourished.
I helped you to see and know,
What you need, what you should know.
It was good while it lasted,
But our ideals contrasted.
I knew from the start you’d go,
And leave my soul in the snow
And again we are apart
You ripped your hand from my heart
Tearing sinew; Heartbeats slow
Soul diminishes its glow
The ice starts to set and freeze
Frostbitten I start to wheeze
The birds settle down, the crows
On my body in the snow
I hold my shattered dead heart
And slowly carefully start
Piecing the shards where they go
Back together, in the snow
I try not to let the birds
Pick at my corpse, nor the worms
Dig into me from below
Below dirt, beneath the snow
I hold my heart once again
Back together to defend
Me from the demons aglow;
Birds or worms? I do not know
Kindled softly, now aflame
My soul burns away the pain
The best it can with its glow
Fear emanates from the crows
Thawed now I stand up so tall
Even after death’s dark call
I brush the ice off my coat
Healing with each breath I blow
Though broken my heart may be
My soul holds in the blood it bleeds
This will I have, paths it shows
Out from darkness. This I know.
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