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.  


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