A storm brews and my heart roars
Louder and louder till I cant ignore it no more
What is it heart that troubles you so…
Why do the drums beat and rattle the rib cage
Why doesn’t the caged bird sing no more
I know not the storm that threatens
But my fist I tighten
For I have felt like this before
Sometimes it was a chore
Sometimes it has meant more
See with me and not your eyes it cries out
I do not understand it but I feel it
And until the drums cease
My heart I must appease
this is rather beautiful ….a storm brews ….each day , in different elements…but only that that makes our hearts feel like prunes after beating soo long and so hard …..makes life’s pleasurable pains worth a try….thanx for the post…Ella