Author: Chelsea Yates
Sun. Be my grace. Light reign down your pure joyous momentum.
Love. Beat faster still. Heart throb, ignite, and burn.
Darkness. Congealing shadows. Shelter me, wrapped in sheets of night.
Bond. Tighten and grow. Forever in embraces long.
Innocence. Purity of the found and new. Blessings bestowed.
Shell. As hard as any metal. Encase protection of finite powers.
Judgement. Omnipotence, gavel raised up against time. Firm hand, blessed by the divine.
Dove. With wings of snow. Fly away into freedoms of blue. Not rust or bars.
Eight hearts beating as one in this infinite sky. Reaching out, blinded with dreams of the light.
Days on earth, they wane, as shadows stretch to eclipse the sun. Grasping up, eyes dim, eight hearts twisting within. Breathe and maybe we’ll find that light again.
I’m the bright, bright sun. Day waiting for arrival.
I’m what is in your heart. Too much, breaks and expands.
I’m grief and despair, darkness at my stable.
I’m what you hold on to. Chains to lengthen and whittle.
I’m a white blank space. Just expecting to be filled.
I’m what makes you, you. Strength, enemy’s end.
I’m presiding counsel. My rule, always wins.
I’m what makes you soar. Dressed in dreams, not oppressed by doubts.
Eight hearts mingle. Side-by-side, goals the same. Sky. Eyes. Hands upstretched. And then there’s only one.
Seven hearts taken over. Shadows within them squirm. Clutched hands loosen and they falter. Where does this story end? One left, will it ever end?
All we ever wanted was to see the light. Just to see the light.
Not to see.
Reach.
I’m the bright, bright sun. Day waiting for arrival.
I’m what is in your heart. Too much, breaks and expands.
I’m grief and despair, darkness at my stable.
I’m what you hold on to. Chains to lengthen and whittle.
I’m a white blank space. Just expecting to be filled.
I’m what makes you, you. Strength, enemy’s end.
I’m presiding counsel. My rule, always wins.
I’m what makes you soar. Dressed in dreams, not oppressed by doubts.
Eight hearts ripped at the seams. Everything not what it seems. Same. Goal. Same. Dreams, but still they push each other down trying. Trying to succeed.
Weep all you want, but never break.
Weep all you want, but rise strong.
Weep all you want, but regret nothing.
If this is the path you take, pick the one where you never weep.
Single heart, where are you now? Lone heart, after seven were stolen were you satisfied with where you are?
I’m sun.
I’m heart.
I’m despair.
I’m chains.
I’m blank.
I’m strength.
I’m counsel.
I’m free.
I’m you.