A sliver, a slight was all it
took,
To put all the broken things back together for good,
To remember how it used to really feel,
Or maybe it was a completely new feeling after all.
Reeling from the aftermath of it all,
Finding comfort in the crevices of our minds,
Finding comfort in those stolen embraces,
Not really knowing what we were looking for,
But going in the direction where it didn't feel so wrong.
The heart, it fluttered, it wanted to sing,
But sing it couldn't, before it felt a lot of things,
Kept itself hidden within a thousand walls,
Building each broken one every time, without a door.
But there was a small tiny gap left within the walls,
Through which it let a few feelings in after all,
And in those glimpses, in those hints,
It kept trying to heal the wounds within.
Now those wounds have almost healed,
The scars are beginning to show,
Those that are still scabs need a little more time,
But they see the hope of whole skin for sure.
All that was needed was just that sliver, I guess,
The kid is ready to play in the mud yet again,
Having known the things that shall be faced once and more,
Just immersed in the present for now,
The future shall be taken care of whenever it comes to the fore.
