WHY

 The only thread through every memory,

nothing more than a single word untold.

Whispered by my mind,

seeking answers the heart cannot hold.

I ask myself, was it everything I asked for?

Or merely a wish dressed as fate?

Or was it a lesson sent by time,

that my soul has learned to hate?

No, I never asked for it,

yet was given a taste of it.

Bitter, yet I craved it still,

and wondered, why I could not let it slip.

I'll carry it with me as a chapter,

a page I never meant to write.

Though its wounds still linger within me,

I'll keep asking why tonight.

Th question will lie in me as an unanswered prayer

while my efforts fade into the air

I thank my heart for its courage to open up,

While I close this chapter with the same question:

WHY?