We all bleed throughout our life
It’s just a matter of time
Before we recognize our loss
Some of us bleed physically
Others internally, a broken heart
Divided creating a stream of blood
Pure and impure
A failed heart, not only physical
One that is not willing to accept its burden
Family, God, and Charity
The ethereal triangle
Encompassing our hearts
At its center point
Selfless love, alive
A pumping heart
Racing like andulusians
Lively passion
We’re all bleeders of the same blood
It’s just a matter of where it all goes
And whether our heart is white like snow
At moments, white on the outside but below it
Mud and dirt, footprints and scars
Recognize them
But do not let them stray you
This beauty afar.