It may be hurt but that’s not broken Maybe fell but that’s okay First a fool, then a nothing But still trying to be something. Too many chances Too much clutter to push thru. If only it was another time A wide-open space But it is not. Retracing too many questions left unanswered Misunderstandings to float around in the mind It feels like death, not just being blind. One word can replace so many more Just by the tone or words used. Taking upon your own All the bitterness and wrong. Losing not the many battles but the final war Just because you feel Because there is so much more Left to have, to hold, to unfold But alas it is too hard a task Broken, that’s what will last.
Starting out it is too small to see but deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me, Though visibly you wouldn’t even know A certain feeling instead that starts to grow. It comes from words that crush your soul Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole. Like a plant that is starved of food, It starts to wilt and not look so good. A minute event that can change the outlook A part that nothing specific it seems it took But noticeable and unforgiving in spite It will continue to fracture if not treated right. The only way to make it better maybe To simply leave it alone, you see. Time has a way of correcting the bad Or making happy despite the feelings that once made us sad. Like feelings that became fractures of the heart Learning to let go is a really good place to start, To repair, live with or treat the best way Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay. But to know we have done the best we could make us feel better like we all should.