Uplift my singing heart,

as once it was torn asunder.

The wound, now papered over, is not forgotten,

 but pulsing with a tenderness for a further chance of life.

With every beat it grows a little stronger, a little lighter.

The cycle of returning to old places, empty now without you,

gives me a knowing that each movement forward,

when facing the storm of solitude,

is a healing.

The call of the light reveals an illuminating path.

Not merely to survive but truly thrive.

Now dance me into a fresh dawn

of hope and possibilities on

these Journeys of the Heart.

I’m over the moon to be alive.