she,
she was searching,
searching for the deepness in me.
and what she found, was a contrived fragment,
the splinters of my heart – broken.

she,
she was lenient,
to touch, and to hold them in her light.
she made my splinters feel like a whole,
took away the hurt, for a while.

she,
so softly spoken,
told me it would turn out all right.
and despite my heart could not believe,
I know she would never deceive.

though,
though my back is broken,
I walk upright, and when I must – I bow.
I, I’m not softly spoken,
my words cut like thornwires in a race.

but,
but when we get there,
I shall arise anew, from this tired slumber.
And, and I’ll try to be my most,
Like I do, now every day.

And should,
should it not suffice,
I’ll tell her, she must be free.