Empathetic Reality

Love lifts my heart weightless,
joy for potentiality and hopefulness...
I fly on currents of light
reminded of the wonder of feeling.
And then, oh then,
disastrous and painful...
My heart is dashed by reality,
cruelly slammed into the ground.
What was caged, set free,
only to fall to the asphalt,
bruised and torn, temporarily damaged.
And yet, my body betrays me,
intoxicated by the gaoler
and by he who frees me.
And yet, my heart still rebels,
wondering at the possibilities.
Benefit of the doubt? Perhaps.