Hearts fly free

When the truth becomes
a burden to carry and you have no words, I’ll carry it for you.

I’ll write it, poetically or simply as you please, I’ll cover it in metaphor or doll it up with rhyme.

When your own judgement and regret keep you stuck,
Stationery for too long,
I’ll whisper it in punctuation, reveal it in indentation, I’ll carry it to you.

I’ll stand and shout in punctuation marks, until you see and I believe, that the heart has it’s own agenda, and always,
it flies free.

Copyright Hiraeth 2014

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