The Meadow

When have the days gone by? 

I am wiser, I am taller 

and yet my heart longs for the same places 

and yet I breathe the same hope. 

I picked up the pieces, 

as quickly as I could 

hid them in a hollow tree 

and every day, when they would fall asleep 

I would put them together 

every crack, I would mend, just me 

so proud I was of myself. 

I put it there, in the haven of the tree 

for there were places I needed to be

I ran, I fled, into a world I longed for 

I had everything, everyone 

when I was asked to bring my heart 

I went back, back to my tree 

in the hollow I found 

the pieces again. 

How? How? How? 

No one knew 

all that time I had sacrificed, 

I had just lost. 

My longings have eluded me 

how reckless could I have been

to leave myself unguarded 

or to even think 

I mended my heart in the first place. 

Did you see?