Yielding

I owe nothing to anyone.

I once laid my heart

Bare, beating, beautiful

Open in the way only the

unscathed can be

The quiet contracts nobody signs

Pure hatred

Time and time again

Failure, strangely liberating

Success, its own estrangement

Success meant leaving myself

Failing, even, at my own undoing

The heart still remains

It beats

a little slower

Pieces gone

One assumes they grow back

With every new hand

Gripping mine

Reclaiming what remained

I stand again, grasping the white blanket

Yielding