I’ve spent 27 years collecting
And held them tightly to my chest.
Proud of who I was and
The new I always become.
Even as I lay on the ground
Where the debris of stones I stacked
To rebuild again a home,
Crushed me into the earth
That broke again like the
First time I ruffled its soil.
The smile I had then as the sun warmed
My vibrant cheeks,
Now a gaping mouth choking on tears.
I cannot move to find the paper
Written all through time.
The sacred parchments of my heart,
I left to waste and blow away from this
Repeated crash of fate,
Not able to face their glowing light
That turned to failure after time.
My heart aches and I have empty hands.
Totems everywhere, I fear to reach
That I may rip open the cage
In which protects my heart,
As boulders lie atop me.