I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.

Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.

Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.

For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016