It's still beats

For the first time,
in ages, I felt
the caress of flowers upon my cheek
in crisp air, I melt.
I blew a kiss to the clouds on my way
because finally I saw
the blue sky beyond
 it’s been such a long dull war.

A door has been locked for so long
I wear the key around my neck
I had a peek inside
must admit what I saw, looked like a wreck;
nothing we can’t fix
what is broken, what has been torn apart
on a pillow in the dark
my fragile, yet beating heart.

Writings on the wall
“when you wake, you’ll be okay”
I guess I must have woken up now
it’s a brand new day.
I took my heart
and I popped it back inside
no need to tell them now
no funeral to attend
I never truly died.