Remedy?

You take pain like it is a remedy,

Run on a fool’s errand, like it is your melody.

And you keep on turning back… looking for something you believe exist.

While you lose the ring on your left hand, the stones make you stumble.

With bruised knees and half a broken basket of apples, you still smile.

Pain is your part, and pain is where you parted.

But forward is all that is, with every corner exists chaos.

Your demons are stronger, but your cracks are filled with gold.

With bruises, you feel alright, reminders of something that once was.

So, you keep on turning back… hoping for last glance to be - just last.

You take that pain, but it is a remedy.

Embrace the dark, accepting it is your melody.

Everything is your part, and your pieces – your pieces are golden.

"Cherry wine - Hozier"