Shards of Glass

 

I realize it has been an extremely long time since I last posted. Once upon a time, I wrote poetry. Not good poetry mind you but cleansing poetry. It was my outlet. It was the only way I knew at times to express myself. It has been over 25 years since I last wrote a poem. Now is as good a time as any to begin again. So without further ado, I bring you Broken Glass.

My heart is weak, my path is lost

Nowhere to turn, I’ve paid the cost

The emptiness consumes me now

No way out, I don’t know how

Like broken pieces on the floor

The shards cut deep down to the core

No hands reach out to guide me home

No one but me, I’m all alone

Standing on the edge of a precipice

Thoughts invade through the crevices

They come and go with no reprieve

Lies mixed with truth in effort to deceive

Do I step back to the safety of distance

Or do I lean forward offering no resistance

Will hands reach out to guide me home?

Or will I remain lost and all alone

Beauty gone, like fragments of hope

Swirls of memories in a kaleidoscope

Perception clouds, no truth remains

Illusion captures like a prisoner in chains

The past comes to haunt with its lies and schemes

Shackled to the floor amongst soundless screams

Realizing now, I will never find home

No one to save me, I’m a prisoner alone.