Lost Ones

We hide ourselves behind tall walls and guarded hearts. We camouflage ourselves in apathy, sleep under blankets of secrets. We do everything we can to keep people out. Yet, somehow, the healers still find a way.


my heart gets just as fixated as my mind these days,

each pulse feeding into some chronic compulsion

to run, to run, to run away

darkness betrays, shadows threaten to exsanguinate

(your name tastes bitter in my blood)

and I’m clinging to anything that feels like healing

to the something that trembles like a flower within me,

a sparkle that lingers while petals unfold,

this lifegiver beats vengeance and wakens the soul

Words by Ashley Jane©️

Art via We Heart It