there is no risk

When did courage first bloom in you?

Did you echo the chant you shared with your dear one?

Did you fortify your heart against our fragmented love... and was it so effortless to unbind those words?

But it was never right... it never felt true...

The words morphed into fragments of obsidian glass piercing the soul... they erupted from my lips and detonated...

It recoiled into my heart... and I was soaked in sorrow...

The room was once flawless... and then anguish and mourning were strewn all around...

Our immaculate haven, never the same.

And there I sat, cradling my own... cradling my own... cradling my own...

still cradling my own...