Hands claw into the wooden floor,
gripping the end in full.
Breath lost in shaking anticipation,
as fingers slip one by one.
Stop the pain.
Don't let go.
Please don't run.
Tall grass passes my eyes as I walk in the field,
where the lost hide.
Don't forget the way,
don't forget to stay.
My hope is unraveling one thread at a time,
something is shattering deep in my mind.
I'll be found.
Because a bruised heart is better,
than no heart at all.