Shards Of Smoke

My heart scattered across the globe,

Searching high and low,

For someone to call home.

Wavering every time I met someone new,

Hoping,

Humming for approval.

Each time it would reach out,

A candle barely lit,

Craving to be relight.

And each time I would burn to a pile of ash.

Yet, my heart still pulsated.

My faith, barely alive,

Somehow keeping me alive.

Its hope was that of a phoenix.

A stubbornness to go on after tragic loss,

Sometimes I wish my heart was in my head,

Not caged behind my ribs,

That shelter it from the truth.

If I faced the truth maybe I would have burned.

Burned...

Brighter than any phoenix before me

My heart wouldn't have to scatter everywhere I went.

No, it would flourish.

Its flame would bloom

And burn brightly,

Like a bon fire on Guy Fawkes.

I wish I were carefree like my heart.

Free to act on impulse,

But I'm not.

I freeze on impact.

And shatter like glass.

Breaking into shards of smoke.

As my heart strings tear apart

My heart's flame diminishes to fractures of a broken dream

My dream.