Butterfly hearts

Fragile.

 

Delicate.

 

Like a butterfly in a storm,

A house founded on sand,

 

Our hearts are open

To destruction.

 

We are wind-tossed creatures.

Vulnerable.

As constant as a single ocean wave.

 

Fearful.

 

A single shift,

Wind,

Wave,

Ground,

 

And we spin, flailing,

Out of control.

 

Our best heart

Carved by change and fear

To be our worst heart.

 

A villain is a hero with nothing to hold but fear.

 

 

Where do we stand when the ground shifts?

 

Where is our refuge when the storm rages?

 

For me?

 

On the rock.

 

In the heart of the master of storms.

 

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