I Understand
I traced along the battered spine,
But it was not in me
To brace along those tattered lines.
Much I tried to bare the bines,
As straight as I could be,
Caught laced, always, in those tangled vines.
Until – disarrayed – I broke, and heard the chimes.
I have learned to mend,
With every step along this battered bend.
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