My heart beats loud
like a drum in my chest.
With each beat
I meet
the pain.
And then ?
on the morning of May ?
what did I hear then?
Not the sound of a galloping horse!
Weak beats, slow beats, tired beats.
Each beat ? far apart
and my heart broke in two.
I cried.
She tried
with her last bit of strength
to hold on
before surrendering.
I did not surrender,
even though I was tempted
by the Angel of Death.
I held.
I gripped.
I fought.
To build.
To strengthen.
To grow and eventually
to blossom.
Now I can carry on.
After the pain is out.
About to start
from scratch,
in order to hatch
the new me
Awakening to reality!