My heart is a monument in restoration,
As history writes itself everyday,
In instances emotional more than political,
Of issues intellectual and social,
And faith, believable and questionable.
I am also the historian of love,
The articulator of memories,
And the architect in charge of restoration.
Though sometimes, even I don't know,
Which part is broken to be mended,
Or just restored and still vulnerable,
Because this heart is a broken monument,
In restoration in every way.