No Reason

The Rewrite

I knew myself once, certainty was mine

There was clarity, the spelling was correct

The staples evenly placed in my binding

I loved you for a reason, life or death in the balance

I knew it was true, I was sure.
I approved of me, in the daylight, in the awake

Night was my revelation, my costume unzipped

As my heart shifting with time, slid around in my chest

My folded hands did their best to stop the bleeding internal

My skin clothed my bones in all the same different ways.

But my mind, my mind, my mind never stopped

Never stopped fighting me, hoping I was wrong, please be wrong

Every shape changing, lines crossing, meanings unraveling

My story untelling itself before my eyes

Who rewrites their beginnings? 

We do, when we learn to trust the author

So, pen in hand I start again to ink the me I am

On these freshly ironed pages, delicate but iron still

You see the foundation is strong, yet cracked in places

Where life can seep through and grow and regrow
Splintering, severing the bindings

Changing the pulse, the beat, the very rhythm

Of my breathing so that I love for no reason

Love is reason enough, I am sure.