I quietly attempt to rework this unrelenting mess.
Nothing was ever the same, and never will be.
But we can turn the very thing that modified this system
Into the thing that brings it back together.
I enjoy closure, too much to be healthy.
I crave a satisfying, all-too-happy ending
Ever since the light had faded from my eyes.
And I pondered the very reckless question:
"Will another try make this right?"
This idea stirs in my head for months on end,
In search of the answer we all wish to hear.
So I was feeling impulsive the day after
And made the dream a reality.
If it only pans out like my vision does.
Only then will it be worth it.
I've been told I need to let go of my fear
And throw caution to the wind
Instead of locking it tight
Inside the fast-paced organ jumping out of my chest.
I'm not yet comfortable with failure,
Only the fact that it's real and inevitable.
The only way to adapt to its bleeding walls
Is to put myself through it again and again
Until I am aware of the consequences it brings.
Until that day comes, I will be rebuilding,
Attempting to glue back the pieces
Into a new intricate centerpiece
For as long as I have to.
And then
The light will return to my eyes
With a refreshed view
Of my masterpiece.
