Can Carry Mountains//Poem

I can carry mountains, but my 

Healing heart still bleeds, bleeds 

From its every breathing wound, 

Wounds so sensitive to the touch, 

It may shiver to a splinter, a splinter 

That would rend a bigger abrasion, 

But this heart of gold still beats it’s 

Unscathing tune, no matter how 

Many times you may impale a 

Knife through its beating chest 

I can carry mountains but I’m 

Drenching in a storm of drizzling 

Emotions, lit like falling flames, flames 

That rupture through a window of a 

Combusting house, yet in the darkness 

The flames illuminated the shadowed sky, 

Not the sky we see as humans but the 

Sky the heart sees, seeing the rib cage 

That protects it from damage, but 

Damage is inevitable but those bones

Are like twenty four sharp scalpels,

Weapons that could soon crumble, 

Crumbling puncturing the heart 

I can carry mountains but it is 

I who has a long way to fall, falling 

Till peace catches me in my place, 

My every breath, My every shout 

For help falls short on gentle  ears, 

gentle ears that never heard, heard 

My silence  growing louder, 

Louder than the tears that fell 

On the ground in the rain, Rain 

That will soon part, part to 

Allow the warmth of the sun

To touch my drenched body, and 

Hand me it’s rays of warm hugs 

I can carry mountains but the 

Sun still shines…

Behind the storm…