Letter to my Creative Heart

Hello again, my dearest friend How are you? please tell me how you've been,
Oh me, you say How am I today? I seem quite frazzeled this is not to my dismay,
For in my brain has creeped this thought a thousand times per minute . . .
but not till recent have the feelings received just a strong transmittance.
You see, I carry an ache inside my chest,
a pain which settles dead center and within an inch to the left.
My head is boggled and my heart creates ache when the mind starts to wonder my world seems to break.
There's a spiral that begins, as more share their words,
unsure what to believe, as this is a wild city full of wild boys and girls.
They all "speak their truth", but as my ears ring of all the woes and mistakes,
everyone is going for the light, yet we forgot to look with in to create.
Becoming trapped in a maze full of fun and mischief,
Those whom fall deep, pull back in hopes of no commintment.
For when one does discover the hearts truth in passion,
The lover will soon caution this new love entrapment.
Setting the self for desire rather accepting what could really be

6/16/2014