The more I tried to hold on to it,
the more it kept slipping through my fingers;
my hands covered with blemishes
As I tried to redeem it from the embers.
I shut my eyes tight
when it dropped and shattered into a million pieces
slashing my skin and awakening old scars
and my life was left with new holes and creases.
I didn't peg it for a tempest
when it embraced me like a gentle breeze;
Gouging painful voids in my heart
And leaving me in the cold to freeze.
So I stopped banging on the cold doors,
Which were shut right on my face .
I was done running and chasing
and I let go of it, like it was just another phase.
