The Heart Sculpts Us

The heart sculpts us
From within
With neither chisel nor hammer
But with white-hot fire
That burns away
The weak facades
We build
Hoping for
Shelter from the
Storm
 
It melts away
Reason
Logic
Sense
Leaving behind ashes
From which a Phoenix
May yet rise again
Revealing the
True nature
Of our
Souls
 
We are not what we
Seem
Nor are we what we
Say
Not even what we
Do
We are only what we
Feel
And how we
Love
 
In the darkness
And the cold
And the loneliness
That is our life
It is our only true source
Of
Light
Heat
Comfort
And our only
Refuge