Almost a Poem?

For a long time, I was dead yet I walked. I taste. I saw. I smelled. I heard. My heart still beat. Though I touched, I did not feel. Paraylized at the heart, the numbness blunted the cut.

Then a healer, came to me. Her smile lighting my way, providing a means to yet again find the path. Life she breathed back into my stormy heart, I could feel again and it was good.

Then, not only can one feel the bliss of love, one can feel the despair of love all a new. And the path did not end in heaven, but in pain, the same hell that once snuffed out the fires of my old stormy heart. The heart that loved alone.

doesn't really appear to be like a poem...but liked it still...