I haven't opened these gates in a fortnight
..thought the rust held supremacy, honestly
The crimson and nothingness subside
divide
disperse
and collide elsewhere
What remains is unknown -
I know there's warmth
Selflessness
A longing to construct my own family
To be more to myself
than myself
Yet I fear the uncertainty
of this heart swinging aimlessly
I don't know how many more lumps I can withstand
These tissues finite
These eyes, sullen weary beads..
still have something alive
an earthy glow, perhaps?