One step,
The middle one,
That hurts.
You can't go back,
And you can't stay,
For your motion
Already carries you,
To the bright squares,
Burning,
Breaking,
Taking,
Away what you put in place,
Making you face,
What you told,
To stay put.
Anchors away,
You toss and sway,
But chains have a length,
That can't be cut.
And must be taken up,
From where they were dropped.
How many stones,
Are hanging from my heart?