Partial

I feel unfinished, I feel partial
Like my words would be merely whispers, tender and fragile
Like the beating wings of a butterfly
Humming, and even the sound of silence bleeds into every sigh
Of contentment, or disappointment that I sit here alone
Isn’t there an easy fix for my mistakes? A way to atone
To recover the tears that the fabric of my shirt has been cradling
Like a lost child, begging for comfort from the exposed and ageing
World that will return no sympathy, only lessons to learn from
I don’t understand its purpose, I just feel the qualm
The uneasy feeling that pierces my heart like a stray bullet
What amount of pain will end up pushing me to my limit?
Hearts can only be repaired so many times, until it remains broken
These words are only temporary, no matter how many times they are spoken
So if my words are merely whispers, tender and fragile, then listen close
To the humming in my voice, to the music that I compose
A harmony of all the pain and all of the attempts at healing
The scars that collect within me, that continue to send me reeling..

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