Spring Beneath The Ribs

The softness awakens in your chest

A bloom after a season of unrest

You gathered up what was left

And pushed it down into the soil of your heart

Its a choked muscle pumping spoiled blood

Coupled with a hard head that knows when enough is enough

But there’s just no trust

in what your body’s truly made of

No home to house your loneliness

No lover to guide a pitying kiss

Upon that sunken, sully cheek

Just an awkward bloom of gentleness

A cowardice spell of forgiveness

No more hate to quell

No more love to spill

Just a dying muscle, and a caving chest

Nothing else to do, but gather up what’s left

And seed it down within

And pray for another start