Bleed

Bronze wound metal lengths of wire
Tight and purposefully placed
In spaces of six and plenty
Making awful pangs before tightened
To that perfect place

And I can’t think past those silver two
That ring together in colorful hues
It’s weird to think that I can see it there
In blacks and browns and golden colors
I can’t believe it’s there

But I’m so out of practice here
And nothing feels the same
Like sands have run and scraped away
The remnants of
My name

Though sitting there upon my stand
In plastic frame and paper
My heart is lying bare to me
Watching from your smile
And there is nothing left of me but tears and smiling vapor

Even though it hurts so much
To bend and break the strings
I’d do it once and more again
To bleed and find my wings
And rediscover my dreams