palindrome*

hurt hearts breaking
and souls shaking
of knives cutting
the bone to
marrow
to bone the
cutting knives of
shaking souls and
breaking hearts hurt


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/18/2015

For the first time in so long
The notes spelled a smile as they flew
Through my fingers to the keys
And the chords I hardly knew.

For the last time in as long as I can
The blade's glint is locked away
And left untouched as the empty nights
Skulk and slip away.

And another time for longer
I will see and feel like spring
And the warmth and life and subtle breeze
Will lift my heart within.