Scars of Heaven

Not a stain.
Not a blot of color remains on these four walls.
Forlorn and lifeless.
Intrinsically silenced.
Disillusioned to the brow.

Flickering mentality‘s.
Overwhelming insecurity.
Mortified of the deafening silence,
Gasping for a breathless twinge.
Memories of past and present become pale in comparison to a heart's decree.

Amidst the darkest of shadows; dreams prevail.
Within open arms of graceful comfort,
Eyes rusted shut are made seen clear.
Savior; virtue of desired will, take note and hold dear.
Every heartfelt beat, every loving gesture, is and will remain faithfully yours.