Beyond Repair

A hole does not grow bigger

Than the heart

Which is its home;


A knife does not cut deeper

Than the flesh

Which clings to bones;


Time cannot steal the beauty

Of a face,

Whose light won’t age;


And fire cannot burn

The story

If burns the page;


Thus, I will not be broken,

While I breathe,

Beyond repair


And with my hands and thoughts

I’ll reach for hope

Beyond despair