Breathing

Torn between fighting
and surrender
I was slowly
losing another battle
with my own demons.
Then I started to pray. 
On the dark field
of the old pain
I asked for the healing.
I asked for freedom,
for finally taking away
all of my balls and chain.
There came a help
from the source of the life,
as there came a blessing
sent straight to my heart.
Yet carefully,
as a newborn
on the first breathe,
my heart has started
differently to beat.
Fully opened,
although still fragile
in my fear of defeat,
has only one mission.
Pure love to give
and to receive.