It never did.
The minutes turn into hours,
Hours in weeks, Weeks into months,
But I still don't understand.

A wise woman says,
"Let go of wanting to know
There are things in life that have no answers."
But still I cannot be at peace.

And maybe I was naive to think
That deep down there was something
Something unmovable, something unbreakable
But instead, I found feathered flight and brittle bones.