Healing

Feel that racing heart of yours,
Beat steady like a humming bird,
Your wings of blood, unfurling,
And your secrets, whispered in a word.

Your darkest lust, your hollow soul,
The scars of sorrow, cold,
Will grow into the power, whole,
Until your past grows old.

The frantic rhythm of your mind,
Will take a gentle twist,
Where no more lies can take the guilt,
For what is now a gist.

The healing will commence,
And, thus, your past, be so reversed,
For karma gives a second chance,
To those who've got it worst.