Growth

I see you Wobbling smile through tears Lingering eyes Over things that never stay Tracing the words Of questions never asked Glazing back To the world behind Holding tighter Onto the slipping hands Marking the seconds You can never live again Opening the boxes Of memories made from gold As you sing For the world with steady voice Trembling hands Hidden in the small pockets of jeans A stage filled with seven I see you now Alone on the ship Trying to sail across Growing into the future you wished breaking the bonds of comfort and love giving yourself wings as you tear your heart into pieces.