I told myself I’d left it all behind,
My cup of life filled up with laughter, lace,
But I, far from cured, and far from refined.
I swore no hand had poisoned my mind,
This window, triple-bolted, swung with grace,
I told myself I’d left it all behind.
Resolve dissolved with just a glance, a sign,
A thousand times I walked that same old space,
But I, far from cured, and far from refined.
One breath held fast, I dove for pearls so blind,
Like water creeping through a cracked-up vase,
I told myself I’d left it all behind.
No pearl retrieved yet still I choose that kind
Of hope, a stop sign missed at reckless pace,
But I, far from cured, and far from refined.
I drift on sails of hope that will not bind,
I call it luck to linger in its chase,
I told myself I’d left it all behind,
But I, far from cured, and far from refined.