Broken Bones - Poem

Broken Bones

I break

each time, ever more.

Pain opens me up

and I change,

for better or worse,

I do.

Melancholy is sweet

when I leave

old clothes

behind.

Depth too,

if you're brave

to see Tartarean abyss.

A stranger

breaks my bones.

A sweet stranger,

carrying a gift

that only after time

I see.

Time,

an infinite mass of darkness

inside a cauldron-

imperial bed for us.

We cook,

inside the dragon's mouth.

A place

we never been before,

never so far.

God,

help us endure.

Let us appreciate

each moment

however painful,

and the body,

painted with scars.

Let us find our souls,

our beloved,

who leaves sweet traces.

They lead somewhere,

I know,

I feel.

I can’t explain it,

I don’t need to.

God understands

and those other ones

who have many broken bones.