Cardboard Symphony
Like a cardboard symphony
I am ramshackle and dischord
All the pieces fit loosely together
A scattered heart only dies by the sword
The fates are ill and the prognosis worse
A breeze could uproot my foundation
I am a vagabond, carrying only my pain
And possibly a satchel of frustration
One by one, the pieces merge
I fear my burdens weigh far beyond the mess
I am a jigsaw with no picture to refer
I am an isolated pawn on this board of chess
I am wholly divided, uneven to the touch
I am salt, water, flesh, and bone
There are always limits to this brokenness
There will always be faults and failures to atone
(2014)
