You can’t trust what you can’t see,
Life hides the path and hidden the key.
An open field so warm and soft,
Then sparked by fire, a deadly cough.
Open the heart, let someone in.
Dance and laugh, alive again.
Until an action’s a dagger deep in the back.
Bleeding on the ground, it all goes black.
Hardened and shielded and locked in a safe,
A heart slowly dies at a chronic pace.
Until a brave robber comes to steal its gold,
That ram shackled heart he tenderly holds.
Fly like a dove and fall like sparrow,
Trust that pain comes as swift as an arrow,
But hold your head high, tomorrow’s a new day.
Now is the time to wash the pain away.
Written in 2013.
nikki diekemper 