When a Wounded Heart is Set Free

When a wounded heart is set free
Doth it bring sorrow or joy?
Sorrow for what cometh to an end
Or joy for what the future holds

A pocketful of mixed emotions
Laced with intangible queries of the mind
Sorting through the excess rubble
Leaving all the questions of the heart behind

For when a wounded heart is set free
Tis more than one way to view the possibilities
Daunting embers of dismay
For a life that never shall be quite the same
Or perhaps the chance to fly somewhere
To heights once thought to be
Achievable only in your wildest dreams

poem by Jennifer Batch
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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