Sun and Stitches
Each brittle bone,
Each rib in your chest,
Was bared and battered.
A sick, twisted birdcage.
Your yellow sundress
Now stained and torn
Falling off your shoulders
Failed to cover the scars you were left with.
And inside,
Where your heart should have been-
Singing praises, whistling, content-
Just an empty, haunted mess.
The silence seemed to echo
With a tortured absence.
A blinding darkness,
A deafening stillness.
Someone.
Someone must have come by
Ripped away the comfort
Opened up the door, and
Let your heart fly untethered.
We all know
The heart has no sense of direction
And yours must have been lost
Before it even left.
The heart has no sense it all.
And without it,
Your bones will only creak and moan
For they know just what they are missing.
Your dress billows in the wind,
Each gust threatening
To tear it off and reveal
The nothing underneath.
The white lace collar
Has been torn,
Leaving your neck vulnerable
Though there isn't much left to protect.
You used to wear this dress
To the park
In the sun
With a smile.
Not a stain was to be seen,
Not a polka dot out of place.
Each of your hairs
Framed a golden face.
Framed a golden face.
The sun used to guide you
Across the fields
Through the orchards
And up into the trees.
It called you.
You tried to show me,
But I never quite saw the magic.
The sun did not fancy me,
But you? You were enchanted.
You fell under the spell of the sun.
You ran after it,
Your dress trailing behind
As you followed threads of silver and gold.
You gathered raindrops
And rainbows,
Took the clouds in your stride.
Only the sun could shine for you.
But one day you got burned.
A little too close,
A little too eager.
Your sundress charred at the edges.
And then you forgot.
You forgot the magic,
And ceased to remember
That the world was yours.
No, the universe was yours-
For exploration
And adoration
From the seas to the skies.
So someone
Someone came along
Saying they could fix you.
They took their scotch tape
And their needles and staples.
They tried to sew together
The pieces of your sundress.
They tried to mend
Your bleeding heart.
So with best intentions,
They opened your little birdcage.
Leaving you emptier
And more broken than before.
I wanted to help
And my bones ached
When I saw you hurting.
I tried.
I tried so hard.
But I simply could not
Fix a broken heart
Or glue together
Pieces of a shattered soul.
So for now I cradle
Your empty birdcage in my arms
In hopes that one day
Your heart will find its way home.
I wanted to help
And my bones ached
When I saw you hurting.
I tried.
I tried so hard.
But I simply could not
Fix a broken heart
Or glue together
Pieces of a shattered soul.
So for now I cradle
Your empty birdcage in my arms
In hopes that one day
Your heart will find its way home.
This poem is about:
Me