the chaos that lies within me
burns for more of my heart-
it’s a fire fueled by emotion
and lines like flowers upon the
fields of my past.
i yearn for more, not knowing
that these poppies are poison
and my heart, though innocent yet,
doesn’t know how to remain
in the stillness of my moments
without some tumult
to turn the focus upon its head…
for too long this soul has nurtured
chaos as a friend, afraid to live
within the silence that would
bring upon me all that’s been done-
too fearful to look, to face the past,
i linger within my self made prison instead
hoping that one day change
might find this heart and still
the fires within my breast