Eat My Heart Out

On By Anna EastlandIn Photos, Poetry

Sorrow creeps into my heart

like a crazy caterpillar

and eats everything in sight.

  

 Then falls exhausted

into a dreamy upside down slumber,

while the delicate paper-thin chrysalis

pulses with new life—

silent transformation. 

From the broken walls of my heart

emerges a vivacious hope,

bourne up on the wings

of a butterfly.

7 thoughts on “Eat My Heart Out”

  1. The Holy Spirit flows and binds heart to heart when we simply are open and vulnerable, when we share our true inner self, struggle, pain, it connects and triggers the key to other people’s buried pain and helps them to let go as we do, surrendering to the Light.

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