Everything seems well and good.
Until you remember, you have always held you body
as a beacon heralding harm
And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart
And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage
with a gentle, sensitive soul.
It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.
There is a grand story being written here
You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow
You won’t be able to guess at its ending
but you will walk the paths you have to walk
and as all good tales go,
one day you will find yourself standing on the last page
and as you live out your last breath
you will realise,
you have been staring at the ending all along