I made my heart
The storehouse of
Heavy burdens waiting
To be broken by the
Weight of contaminated
Thoughts.
The bottle corked
With fermented emotions
Threatened to burst open
Before the clouds of daylight
Kissed the skies of nightfall.
My head was full of
Condensed clouds imprisoned
With thoughts of hopelessness
Until I hung my heart on the
Pillars of heavens hope.
My burdens on the platform
That replaced heaviness with the
Heavenly heartbeat of boundless JOY.
