When I Fix Things

When I Fix Things

It’s a refreshing sort of feeling.

At first it felt I’d fallen so far, I’d land on the ceiling.

But deeper breaths I partake, with no more worries for your sake.

You never cared when your words left me bruised and scraped.

So why would I care when your apology arrives haphazardly taped?

When I fix things, they take on a golden sheen.

But your promises turned my fingers green.

Tears I’ve shed, and with myself I’ve plead.

But forgiveness eludes me, hidden behind falsities.

I’ve closed off my mind to the possibilities.

With that comes a small peace, a glimmer of dawn.

I stroke it gently, nurturing it like a faun.

Because this light is the first I’ve seen since winter past.

Gradually it will grow, and my heart will no longer stand aghast.

New love will replace the holes you’ve left in me.

I’m creating my own family.

Minerva Violet