To Leave the Ground Unbroken

Written by: Krista Grabowieski

Want to know who I am?
Ask me, here I am.
My door is open, 
 for a small token,
of a borrowed ear.
Hearts made clear,
in a stolen moment,
left unspent.
 Hidden messages,
constant barrages,
soils the future,
family culture.
Tarnishes the view,
from me to you.
Or repentance;
The choice is up to you,
whether you walk the road of few.
My book is open,
my heart has spoken,
the critics paid for one last token,
to leave the ground unbroken.