Rebound

I thought it was over:
the rebound of my mind
from West to East and back
again. I haven't prayed since
then, since they left.

I haven't stood my ground since then -
I've been awkward. I was there
when the waves hit too hard.
Yet it comes to an end before
I was ever ready. Before I could
review my words and actions.

My heart rebounds in a manner
not befitting to my pride. My heart has no say
when my words are edited.

The Exterior can wait to be melted.
But the interior -
it's already gone.