Until You Heal

Born in a spray of swollen knees
Blind hope and measureless belief
Laying like the husks they are
Cast across the cracked tile floor

Soon taught to learn but with no task
Beyond a thousand indispensable distractions
Raised by silkworms and the mice
Interred in textbooks and advice

“You’re so cruel to yourself
But don’t speak ill of the dead
Just do until you heal.”

“You’re so cruel to yourself
But don’t speak ill of the dead
Just do until you heal.”

Scared lover wakes you from a dream
Sighs sounded like a stifled scream
Glass wishbone arms in moth-pocked sheets
Fall still until dawn intercedes

On sleepless nights, you sense it too
Your punctuality will destroy you
Your love is not repairable
And thinking is unbearable

“You’re so cruel to yourself
But don’t speak ill of the dead
Just do until you heal.”

“You’re so cruel to yourself
But don’t speak ill of the dead
Just do until you heal.”