09/03/2012

MY HEART IS BREATHING

My heart is breathing.
Breathing in new life.
I feel so alive.
So alive for the first time.
Hope is rising.
Rising for the soaring.
Leaving the behind.
The behind so far aback.
Scared skin opens.
Opens for the healing.
My soul is burning.
Burning what I fear away.
My broken falls to tears.
Tears that are cleansing.
Faith breaks any bounds.
Bounds that build the walls.
And so comes dawn. 
Dawn becomes day.
My heart is breathing.
Breathing.


(Scott David Buckley, 09/03/2012)

2 comments:

  1. It's not what we are, but what we become.

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  2. Wow, some deep insight here...

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