The ventriloquist of hearts

If I had a superpower, I would

want to be the ventriloquist of hearts.

I’d want the power to latch onto others and

ail their aching hearts with a tug;

I’d want to mend their cracks with my strings.

I’d fell the greatest tyrants, and court the

purest hearts to my favor.

I’d latch onto my own, but with chains

instead of thin, frail, fragile strings;

I’d cover my heart with chains so I

could feel every palpitation that breathes

life into my vessels.

I would protect my heart with those chains

and it would be impenetrable- a

fortress of contentment in solitude,

a beacon of love that I would savor all

for myself.


Facing Mirrors

Take me back in time to the place my forefathers used to visit; the waterfall they’d rest at for peace, or the forest spot between the trees.

Take me back in time to a place where I was too at peace- before the vicious tides of fate increased- take me back before my fate ceases.

But if I can’t go back I may as well take a forward step- I’ll draw my strength from great depths; I’ll draw my strength from inside like drawing blood- I’ll draw my strength outside like people are drawn on a beautiful, hot summer day.

I’ve tried counting breaths and sensing my surroundings- perhaps I’m trying all the wrong things.

All I know is I must keep moving forward- all I know is this strength is growing.

I’m trained for this after so many years; my strength lies in facing my fears- I’ll have to face the man in the mirror.