Where Is The Imagination Poem by Jackie Trujillo

My heart aches unfathomably the wind blows colder,
The sun must shine eventually; shine so the imagination will squirm away
Then creep back in, and stand tall absorbing all it can.
My imagination is full, but the heart indefinitely cursed to love
Love all even those who hurt it and cut deep time and time again
The tears pour emptying the endless love
Wanting to dry the depths of its desire
and sting with the empty loveless return