It is what it is,
And it ain’t what it ain’t.
I’m a calico devil
And an aubergine saint.
I leap over ledges
And crawl over cracks.
It’s a sad sort of safety
Having ground at your back.

Well, here is my hand
And here is my heart
And here is the chance
We deserved from the start.
So hold my hand tightly.
And hold my heart dear,
And pretend second chances
Are nothing to fear.

This ain’t the last of
The stones we will throw,
And this ain’t the last of
The storms that will blow.
I’ll shatter my windows,
Unhinge every door
Until nothing we do
Can do damage no more.

~Melody Wingfield, 2013


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