Mend
Letting the tears down no more
No more wishing for the past
The wish I knew(s) no more
Torment is all they’ve brought
This dark cloud now darling of my heart
There’ll be a way to brighten it-
Fallen I am, dead not
My heart shattered, still I have it
My dreams obscure, not lost at all
You were, you’re not; but I’m still here
Though the effects of the blow persist
It’s a matter of time for cease’s affection
My creased self I will iron out
You left but left-
Every move alive
The sun burns still
Moon in its season shines
Trees are lured by the wind’s rhythm
And laughter’s melody falls and rises around
Lives are broken and slowly mended
Mine will take that same route
Picking my wrecked self
In time I will mend
©GraceM Composition
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2015
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