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The first of its kind
A friendship built to withstand many storms,
Once a beautiful ship–anchored subconsciously
Left to face a fate without faith,
Battered and tossed on high seas,
Holes from turbulent times fill slowly with water
Sink fast now, Titanic.

Two peas in a pod, halved by knives in the back,
Fragments of accountability swept under rags aboard,
Drifting on waves of uncertainty
Silence from apologies unheard, burn like acid through steel walls
Dark nights spent in solitude,
Looking out at bridges unburnt, pray they fall asunder
No bridges left to cross.

Drained of energy taken, not replenished
This well ran dry, Waiting to miss the water,
Let fall asunder what God did not put together,
Like my hip tied to yours,
And this one-way stream
Currents from my heart, reaching banks no one meets
Sacrificed to ‘gods,’

Burned and felt it
Unplug, disconnect.
Channel currents inward.
A stream to my waterfall,
Now flows with peace within
Watch it fall asunder, what God did not put together.
—the phoenix arises.

Flutter free, my heart
Liberated from the steel that once bound
A shelter from the hurt and betrayal, now redundant
Wasted tickings of time forgotten,
Wasted efforts fade; memories abandoned
Sink fast, with the essence of us!
Now it falls asunder; so God did not put it together.

Broken and set free, chains to the ground,
Down it goes, anchor detached,
A gift from my Creator: “Now, go yonder.”
What I put together now falls asunder.
Peace prevalent, freedom abundant.

Grateful, ‘my cup runneth over‘
Dancing again

thank You,
For putting asunder, that which You did not put together.

—Sigil