SUSPENDED

SUSPENDED

Hanging from tangled strings
spiralling down with a broken wing
no music from your heart to sing
wondering what your new life will bring

life gave you no mercy
ground you down to dust
your dreams where driven by lust
survival has become a must

broken and battered
your being in tatters
waiting on a new spring
thinking where to begin

if only you could
rip of your broken wings
rethread your mangled strings
and see what the sunrise brings

little words you will whisper
your hoarse voice a little crisper
until your being will sing
this is how all new things begin

© Barend van Huysen