Forgive me what I did not know,
I thought you were a man,
But you were something more..
I met you on
The bell-strewn shore,
You took my hand, and said,
“This is what I’m here for, and
There is no time to live without,
So take this, you will work it out
A broken piece of a broken, broken self,”
Reflecting on and on and on,
I took it with my fingers crossed,
But even that you knew..
Wise Woman, I’ve come back..
And like the others on your track,
I’m laying down my bell..
For when all of me was broken down
I saw the pieces swept to hell
Through that tiny piece
Of you you’d left with me..
So before I left them all behind,
I turned and swept them up inside
To show this bell-strewn shore
Something beautiful and new.
Saying, “This is what I am here for too,
And there’s no time to live without,
So take these pieces of me,
And you will work it out.”
Goodbye broken, little doubts.