Gripping to nothing, nothing is there
My soul is pricked, pried at
My love is ripped beyond repair
I have already tried to sew it back

But I stand strong, I am sturdy
I hold on to the absent
My pain is hidden, ignored
For I am not unsubstantial

Leftover pieces are stolen
Searching for them is useless
Starting over takes too long
Decisions are not made

Tears fall down horror’s waterfall
And traitors betray themselves
Memories are no longer true
Lying among the hurt is hidden

With each last step
The silent breeze blew life back into me
I stand up
I stand strong

Because I am the owner of my soul
I am the persuader of my choices