By E.A. Chaney
I am convinced my heart is a rebel.
It does not listen to me; it wants unapologetically.
The never ceasing betrayer, my heart is as wild as the sea.
Why does it long so intensely for things that cannot be.
With the wings of a raven it escapes my sensibilities.
Hardly a master of my mind but a slave to my heart I remain to be.
Will I ever tame this rebel inside of me?
No mind if I do not, for I cherish what it has brought.
Leaving gifts at the foot of my soul that I never thought could be.
Yes, this ruthless pursuer of dreams reaches into the depths of my being where I shelter the most sacred parts of me.
Leaving me raw and bleeding forth lifetimes of passion.
And whilst I beg for my heart to let me be it does not answer my pleas.
For transformation is its decree.