passion

poetry, healing, destination of placement

passion deep
boiling blood red
never to end..
it is .
my friend.

fury,
I've concealed, hidden
locked it away.
emotionally,
physically,
mentally drained

my heart beats weak
recovery is bleek
my life's speaking ,
talking and showing you,
please look
and listen, if you will,
is your heart kind.
open your mind..
look into mine....
this woman is broken
but searching endlessly,
a destination to rest...
where love and peace
hug my soul
never letting me go.