beneath it all –

even below the ever growing pile of discontent…

layered,

ever so patiently –

my – defense –

(scar-tissue effect).

time passes;

and just as quickly as a borrowed breath – returned,

this now,

becomes our was…

what of it,

then?

false hope clinging in vain to should?

if we are less than everything allowed,

why – be – at all?

oh! i suppose there could be desire to rise above,

but even birds with broken wings

never forget how it feels to fly…