Unshakeable Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am too wild, too jagged to hate you
I am only moving away, to be equally-smoothed
I only roll in this ocean, endlessly
This way and that;
So-as-not to be too, fixed.

So-as-to-be one day completely dissolved
I don't want to shadow anyone but you
I don't own, a speck of dust
I envy no one
I am too raw with pain, to ache anymore.

I-am-too consumed with loneliness
To even feel alone anymore
I am too loved by one
Who never kept once an unwinnable score?
It is as it has always been, new and pure.

As on the day
Seven bales of hay were duly-lit
Burning straw, heavenly fires
Became a constant
Unaccountable tangent roar never, dark
A blast furnace He now reshapes my unshakeable heart.