Recycled by shame I grew trapped in my chain,
Away in my closet clothed with uncertainties.
Draped with chest wounds and hampered by aching limbs,
But I’d still give myself up to you when you came along.

Bruised to show my struggle’s pain,
Ripped apart to valuate the extent of my claim,
Famed by falsehood forever driven to hide,
In my skin remains truth but my heart is bound to lie.

Swept by the courtesy of an overzealous calm,
Comforted by the darkness of the hurricane’s eye.
Memories never rush back when it rains from my eye’s door.
I see it upon arrival they say and you will know.