My mind dwells on the fierce nature of my words.
Strength combined with compassion.
And anger too.
In the middle of speaking clear
Something lost is returned.
And in the middle of it
I am a small child
A broken toy.
I sew my heart back together
And push the stuffing back in around it.
Patching the hole.
The problem is,
It is too big for this body.
Or maybe it is only my perception
That is the problem.