I always tell people that I am the self proclaimed queen of tape.

I have realized how true that is.

People always ask about the pain of loosing you. Little do they know that I don’t feel the pain.

The reason for that is that I have shoved it aside. I go around it, over it, under it. But never, never do I allow my self to feel it. For surely my heart would stop.

I will save that for when I am an old woman.

My heart did break the day you died and I have it pieced together with tape.

It is holding the shattered shards with its tenuous strength

Binding the pieces in place so that it may still beat

A simple thing. Tape

It has come to be a reminder and a symbol

For now the Queen is held together by that tape she has proclaims as her own

Traveler On The Path