I fight the mend,
Choose to re-break and bend
(choose to light fires
to the sound of choir arias)
I strain, align,
take steps back at a time -
I attempt to match the hum of the drum
with the frantic pitter patter of my heart.
In and
(hold –)
Out.
Air powers the lungs in four-fourths time –
Until.
Past chains crackle
Past chains rattle
past chains tug,
they pull,
they swallow whole souls.
Memory is not enough –
(give them a reason
a chance to explain
for the life taken away
the stake that he claimed
for love lost cannot be enough)
To mend a shattered heart.