Said and Done

When all is said and done
Something comes undone
And the heart it lets its strings go
But the memory of the bindings, oh they hurt so.

Measuring hurt
To compare anon
Spilling over the banks
Battle lines drawn

Bit by bit I unravel
A snip here, a tuck there
A little tug
A gentle shrug
Moving on
Calling it travel

A little bird sings
Of the days it wings free
Shorn of the comforts
Of its bare brown tree

Forget me not
Calls the nest to the bird
The linings of silk and wool
Abandoned, unheard.


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