Ancient bards with stories old

A heart laid bare, a hand to hold

A million whispers lay untold

Between your trembling hands.

The woman never gifted a voice

A kindred soul, a weighted choice

A prodigal son's return, rejoice

Upon your broken spine.

Studious scholars greatly learned

Adventure began, seafarer returned

Brilliant villains, allies spurned

Behind your beating heart.

Familiar fingers along your back

A hope, a joy, in printed black

A journey to better days, unpack

Among your caging ribs.

A person built of all these things

Shattered pieces together brings

A patchwork creature forever sings

Thank you for who I am.