Of the beginning and bliss of peace
The ending came hence as if death
Hitherto I do not feel so trapped in the dark
And I lay fallen to cling to my breaking heart
Such a gift as it is, can be painful to live
Because it seems we are meant to be broken
Perhaps to the contrary it is good to be broken
To know not the failure, would be to trivialize peace
Of sound mind and the essence to live
Making life a worthless trip, just a wait to death
A long journey full of silence, absence of heart
The blank presence of a room, trapped in the dark
For this there can be no escape, awkward in the dark
To face the feeling is human, the converse is made broken
The greatest gift we have received, the ability to give our heart
Without would be restless, truly devoid of peace
Instigating the living end, a life of death
The inner sanction light, no longer to live
But blessed to all above, for ‘tis still a gift to live
Though my soul feels fleeting, it does still light the dark
A sanctuary for all threats, my protection for a death
The bind to hold my pieces together, recalling all the broken
My life my blood, my warmth of peace
My ultimate strength of a caring heart
Nothing can defeat me, after a saving grace of heart
All the prior instances a lesson of the gift to live
No bane bore against failed coexistence, only finding peace
For a response to a fail in love, a candle to light the dark
An overflowing wealth of life, mending the rest of the broken
The answer to and calming result, to end the power of death
As I walk I have no fear, no more place for death
For though it may be torn, so full of warmth my heart
Bound together and hoping to ward off another broken
But calmed I am not, no more easy to live
I can engage a temporary light, but still risk the dark
My fleeting angel, whom I so need to bring my peace
Can I not stave off the dark, but only go on so broken?
Trapped to live, far beyond fear of death
Or blessed with peace, and a splintered heart?
