Transform

A narrow heart and mind

Keeps us locked in chains

Despair and depression

Falling down like black rain

Upon our aching hearts

Some ignore the pain

Hoping it will go away

Begin to turn away and show disdain

Towards all that once was

Both soft and tender inside of them

Slowly reverting

Over time

To the narrowing confines

Of both judgement and prejudice

But a heart that will turn to face it all

Allowing itself to open

To the sharp edged sword

Of disappointment

Betrayal or loss

May begin to bleed

As real feelings enable the

Descent into the wounds

Undergone

In service of healing

Opening

And transformation

And so it may be that

Over time

Wisdom is birthed

From the center of a fire

That with persistance

Surrender

Allowing and patience

Transfoms

The sharpened piercing arrows

Into blessings