Crazy Heart

Shattered heart, crazy enough to love again. Brain rages a fierce storm in protest, reminding, winter darkness of what lies beneath love, echoing the sounds of shattering dreams. My limbs grow weak, my body shakes with fear, forcing hair to stand. My mind whirls, my skin recalls it’s wound. I have no desire to fight against logical mind, as the victory will never be of the heart. I stay calm in acceptance of solitude.