in my chest there beats no heart,
just a cold obsidian stone,
since fate chose are ways to part
and we walk our paths alone.

manifest's made my despair,
for forth from my grief bent back
sprouts of tattered wings a pair,
broken and of feathers black.

while my hands are laid in chains,
shackled to my weary mind
your sweet memory that remains,
and the hurt you left behind.

your path led you far away
from this truly dreadful place,
while i found to my dismay,
mine made me a chasm face.

this here vast and gaping hole,
where no way there leads across,
be the abyss of my soul,
torn up wide by pain and loss.

many months i've lingered here,
puzzled by what i should do.
even though it was so clear,
what so strongly binds me true.

now i know why i can't leave.
oh, i've just refused to see.
it's my sad and vain belief,
that one day you'll come back to me.

calmly i my shackles shed,
gently sigh and draw a breath.
with great pain my wings i spread
fearing neither life nor death.

and i reach into my chest.
round the stone i close my hand.
rip it from my bleeding breast,
unbowed i still upright stand.

a soft smile, i onwards tread,
shall not waver, never shake.
hope's sweet promise lies ahead,
burning bridges in my wake.

yond the edge once and for all.
care not what the morrow brings.
i am free and free i fall,
.
.
.
watch me soar
on broken wings...

- RhymeBound

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