A Weary Heart

The cool spring breeze ignites the past;

once again, saccharine warmth singes 

deep wounds held in my heart.

Memories which laid dormant

spring forth and steal my breath.

No sleep affords a cool escape;

longing intrudes sweet dreams.

A heavy heart strains,

weary from years traveled, 

lifeblood slowly seeping from 

the nicks and lacerations,

scars thought to be healed that

ache with every beat.