battle of the heart

...battle of the heart

like the Flower that is left but with a couple of petals,
or the Tree that has been denuded of its verdant leaves
all this after Mother Nature’s anger has befallen upon
them with its wrath

my Heart is barely hanging on to the desire for living
for it is being dismembered of its passion of its verve
and Love of life that comes from the inherent spirit of
what life is in this mundane existence

the intrinsic fiber of life must be beheld as a gift so
that when the Birds sing, mine ears perk up to listen and
when the Sun’s fingers pierce the clouds giving the day
its worth as the night awaits the Moon for its turn

when the Dolphin jumps out from the sea in joy and so
too the Orca, and the white caps of tides dance about
because that is what they do in fulfilling their duty as
the Feng Shui of the Earth’s ocean's blue

this heart, my heart as an empath, is in anguish while it
rides this storm of pain and sorrow being thrust upon so
many by Nature’s hand and more so from fellow beings
through transgressions of heartless hate

like the trees and flowers intertwined at their roots,
the rivers with oceans through streams, the wind on
clouds, valleys at the feet of mountains, and the Eagle
soars in the sky, the Wolf traverses the earth's terrain,
and we, to each other's hearts