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