Contemplation: worried heart

I am bordering every passion to withstand this pressure in my chest.
If it can only be read from the thin lines in my eyes,
Before I situate them and befriend the ground.

The voice waiting to be let out is imprisoned behind uncertainty.
Swallowed every tear drop to not merge and mirror my reflection,
Wiped away every worry from my face…I am standing still.

For now I remain, a serene air flowing around an aspiration;
A candle shining its light; illuminating the path to thy heart. ..