I’m sorry to myself
No one else
But me
Could have seen
The dream
Where the hammer swings
And the fool must bring
His every mistake to
The well
Where water
Flows through
Knows you
And can show you
Allows a way
To begin each day
And say a prayer
Sing a song
To what
I don’t know
Can’t know
But I’ll flow
Into the well
Into the swell
Become the nail
That holds your hand into place
And keeps me saying
Sorry to myself
And no one else
Poem by Ryan Hughes
Ryan Hughes 