January 25th, 2022/my heart runs of fire

Today’s Prompt: Write about what makes you feel strong.

Heart.
It runs of fire and water and rage and rain and wind and storms and lightning and
Tears.
Fears.

In all my traveling, I have never found a mirror
To my soul.
In all my wanderings, I have never found a kindred spirit
To my own.
In all my voyages, I trail off,
Alone. 
I sail off,
Alone.
Guided by the sun.

Heart.
It yearns of islands and forests and love and sea and strength and faith and freedom and
Need. 
Bleed.

I carry worlds in my
heart.
I carry lives in my
heart.
I carry it.
I carry it all.

And the runs of fire blend with waves of water
And love and might meld with islands and storms 
And they glow inside to the betrayal of need and I bleed it out to the rhythm of love
And the tears still fall on the wind and sea,
See.

In all my voyages, I yearn to heal
My heart.
In all my wanderings, I seek to discover
My heart.
In all my travelings, I flow to the rhythm of
My heart.
Guided by the sun.

And the mirror to my soul
Seals the memory of kin
Touching the glass of worlds
Broken by ripples of sin
And the scars still bleed
And the blood still needs
All the healing of sea
Beating to rhythms of storms
Still running of fire.