Whispered words,

cords strung,

a little of me coming undone.

The start of a song.

A beautiful melody.

My heart, it begins to race.

And the verse begins it's pace

as the words come into place.

Chorous, it's sequence.

Overpowered one by one.

the music fades.

as does the sun.

the truth, revealed.

pouring into the very crevices.

Setting in stone

of one's very own.

The bridge

the means,

the light, how it blinds.

each of the unknown bonds,

evaporating over time.

And here I stand.

where all is revealed.

the bridge,

my Saviour.

I begin to heal.