It hurts again,
but not like it did
when I held you down.
The time we spent
trying to reach around
and stab each other in the back.
These new attacks
come from higher ground.
It works again.
All those broken pieces
that I put away,
waiting for a certain day
when everything would fall
back into place.
A little bit of Grace
goes a long way.
That verse again,
the same one you made
into your funeral song.
The same one that I’ve been singing
all day long.
I walk thought the valley
and the shadow’s gone,
but the music plays
on and on.
There’s a new tune
that I’ve carried along.
Rebirth again,
not that same old, stagnant stain.
Not the same haunting refrain.
Crossed my mind
a couple of times
to walk away,
but something held me
in this place.
I’ve been moving in circles
at a steady pace
until today.
The pain is a sign
it’s time to abdicate
this space that used to be
our perfect resting place.
Now, out into the unknown
I must race.
Catch a plane
to somewhere far away.
An avenue of escape
has opened in your wake.
It hurts again,
but that just means
it works again.
Everything has a time,
everything has a place,
and I’m going to find mine.
DJR – 2023
