Jumbled Thoughts

Upon this day
I will lay my heart down
and, think of me
what you will,
open up my heart
to let all of my
past spill out.
There will be blood,
sweat and tears
poured forth
into the soil,
all reminders
forgotten, too
painful, in a flood
of emotional turmoil.
And there I lay
myself to the ground
and cry upon your feet
to help me find
my heart again,
pick it up,
rediscover its merry beat.
For, upon this day,
I’ll love again
whether it be you
or of myself,
for this purge
has no desire or dire
consequences,
for me, for you,
for anyone else.