Heart with a hole_leg!

Painting: Vladimir Kush

Like an unbearable wound

Gangrene was cut from my heart

The hole is permanent,But

I walk stronger and plan to reach destiny

I carried the infectious wound for a lifetime

 Afraid of it’s loss

Like the root of a tree

That no longer must

I had to let the knotted root go

For the leaves to turn Green

My everlasting apology

For not watering what had to go

Now my leaves move freely in the wind

I welcome morning dew

Rain washes me free

At times, 
I limp on the leg
with the hole in it’s heart

While winking at the sun!

P.K 
Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh