Yellow Brick Heart

 

Yellow Brick Heart
Storm in the kitchen, dust thick as regret,
Suitcase of daydreams kicked under the chair,
Maps unfurled for everywhere but this regret,
Painting borrowed skies on a cheap souvenir.Follow your yellow brick heart
Through the fear, through the dark,
Every mile that pulls you apart
Is stitching you together, spark by spark.You carried the courage, the flicker, the flame,
Brains and love woven deep from the start,
Wishing on distant stars that whispered your name,
To find your way back home, never apart.Talking to scarecrows stitched tight from doubt,
Straw-stuffed whispers in wind-bent fields,
Tin-can promises rusted inside and out,
Corroded vows no oil can heal.
A shadow with teeth that feeds on your shakes,
Gnawing the tremble you try to hide—
But hand in hand with your own quaking aches,
The power arrives; the terror subsides.Follow your yellow brick heart
Through the fear, through the dark,
Every mile that pulls you apart
Is stitching you together, whole and stark.The curtain was paper-thin, torn by a sigh,
Thunder reduced to a tired man’s grin—
No grand wizard, just smoke, mirrors, and lie,
A weary projection wearing thin.
You close your eyes, tap worn-out shoes,
Ruby echoes in heels scuffed and true,
And realize the thing you chased, the muse,
Was always alive, beating in you.Follow your yellow brick heart
Through the fear, through the dark,
Every mile that pulls you apart
Is stitching you together, igniting the spark.You carried the courage, the fire, the light,
Brains and love right from the start,
Wishing on stars through the longest night
To learn the ground beneath your feet, right here,
Is the home you had to lose to hold dear—
Treasure unearthed in the place you stand now,
No cyclone away, no emerald somehow,
Just this quiet kitchen, dust settling slow,
Where the yellow brick heart finally knows.