There's an undertone of
new beginnings etched within
the endings of a few short songs.
I'd never hoped to begin again
and right what had been done.
But freedom comes from shadows
that are engraved in every note,
Because, so silently I wrote
Small designs into my palms
and was so quick to write them off
as something that was wrong.
But now I see
the sun has risen,
just enough to show
A little piece of everything
that I had to let go.
A fragment of my everything
glinting in the snow,
and pulled into the undertow
of a sing-song chivalry
and a fragmented conversation
detailing what was me.
Just one fragmented aberration,
declaring everything. |
Submission Name: Dateline Fragments
