my heart space
(often is out of place)
in my heart space this and that often gets out of place it's always question of how to quietly soften? before there is any shameful disgrace in my heart space there is sometimes a bit of clutter for i love easily forgetting to be cautious and getting distracted only to be reminded when my heart gets a flutter from the smell of burnt butter isn't it wonderful? in my heart space there is depth and breadth for all those times i have grieved and wept all those woes woven thoroughly through knots in the warp and weft noble parts of the fabric of me in colours and patterns love maps and filigree in my heart space there is a home for you a warm embrace for when you sparkle you light up a room but you can let fly like a knight on a dragon mad spinner at a loom fierce blacksmith at an anvil wild witch on a broom in my heart space there is a buttercup holding a sliver of dew waiting with bated breath ready to be set free rolling softly down a stem embracing spaciousness and ease exalting gently into the breeze...


This is incredibly well written. It really touched me. I just subscribed to you and can’t wait to read more!!