Remnants of the Heart Chakra
Here I am waiting
with breaths I forgot I was taking
for a semblance of fullness
I look to me, and I ask my goodness
“Why forsake me?”
“Why break this heart on my sleeve,”
until the blood spills and stains
and until my irises have stained
the shirt of my lover with the tears
of me. Forgive me, Shiva, for my shared
silliness in the makings of a fragiled heart.
Please give me the compassion to be made whole of again, being torn apart.
1–2 minutes