Scorched Poem by Stuart Logan

A small black heart,
Dead and forgotten,
It lies without a beat.

It's been burnt with dragonfire,
Scorched and defeated,
The ashes fall at my feet.

The cold winter comes,
And freezes my soul,
With the bitter and cold wind of July.

But a new fire melts it away,
As my heart is reborn,
And now I feel I can fly.

New heart is born,
Old is destroyed,
And lay at my feet in the mud.

Slwoly, it beats,
Pumpin new life,
Pumping that rich, red blood.

Warm and alive,
With passion and hope,
As I try every way to get better.

With a soul, light and free,
And a mind of eternity,
With my falls as light as a feather.

So what once was so scorched,
By the fire of the tease,
That left my old heart so broken.

I wander anew,
Down the road of my life,
With a fire proof heart, never frozen.

'No matter how cold your heart is. Someone warm enough will always melt it.'

Philosophies of the Broken (A book of quotes to heal the heartbroken.)

S, Logan-10/9/08