"Taking a life, takes away all their opportunities."

Beauty strikes the heart,
and rips asunder
the vital viscera,
the furring flesh,
the mud and meat
that makes a man.
It strikes the boy hiding under the covers.
The child with magnificent dreams
of love and life, not yet lived.
It pounds, pummels, and clobbers
life back into my icy veins.
I cry, not for the pain,
but the awakening
of not having lived.
Sap galore,
but fear will not hold the reigns.
Death holds no candle
to suffocating once more.
If only hearts we could transplant
for you to see
what seed you did plant
inside me.