Hearts are true. 5

Absurdity, and lonesomeness.

I am swept by the storm, and its ferociousness.

I want to stay high, and I don’t want to find myself lowly.

But the darkness of being alone, makes my mind feel broken.

I am sick of rhymes, I just want to write freely.

Freely.

Lord, free me.

I want to be free,

from the constraints of societal structures and it’s laws.

I want to float and feel with my heart, and so what, maybe it is radical.

Because ostracism has me by its claws.

But, perhaps, it is…

The heart will persist;

I give in to its radicalism.

Grow, in wisdom…

My heart is my best teacher.

I learn to love smarter, and I only learn to love deeper.