Ancient bards with stories old
A heart laid bare, a hand to hold
A million whispers lay untold
Between your trembling hands.
The woman never gifted a voice
A kindred soul, a weighted choice
A prodigal son's return, rejoice
Upon your broken spine.
Studious scholars greatly learned
Adventure began, seafarer returned
Brilliant villains, allies spurned
Behind your beating heart.
Familiar fingers along your back
A hope, a joy, in printed black
A journey to better days, unpack
Among your caging ribs.
A person built of all these things
Shattered pieces together brings
A patchwork creature forever sings
Thank you for who I am.