"Ingredients"
As I walk along the snow dusted trail,
I find the ingredients of my twisted heart.
With every obscure piece
There is a purpose that won’t part.
A broken branch is what peaks my path.
A different facet with every sight.
It’s scratched, burned, and broken
But it never stops striving to fight.
A fluttering leaf wanders in my way.
It’s lost,but strives to be free.
Confusion tears it apart,
And it doesn’t know to confront or to flee.
A cardinal sings in my ear.
It stands with belief so tall.
Nothing makes it waver,
Not anything at all.
Once placed together
All in the right way
My heart emerges
Here to stay.