heartsong

If I could gather up
All the smashed fragments of myself
I would

Carefully collect every last one
And reminisce
About what I used to be

Take all of the little pieces of
My heart
And breathe happiness in once again

Just to feel whole

I would delicately stitch up the pieces
Crafting them, molding them
Until it's a work of art

An exquisitely embroidered tapestry
Of brilliant colors
And textures

One that I may actually be proud of

I would travel the entire world
And swim all of the seas
Just to recover myself

Just to finally be able to
Lay down
And
Rest

I've been traveling a long time
And there are many
Pieces

Some so tiny
That they fell to the deepest depths
Of the dark ocean floor

I dove down
To retrieve them
But alas, I never quite returned

All for a heart

All so I could once again
Sing
Sweet melodies of grief and sorrow

Drown in the blackness and despair

Is it worth it?
This re-construction of myself?
I doubt it

But I would do it anyways