I
remember
a time
when
the glass
was
clear
and in one piece For a moment the great light shone and in that moment I was complete refracting rainbows into a dark universe
I
was needed
Then the mirror cracked hundreds of bitter shards splintered slicing numb skin too preoccupied with the horror of the loss to care I
am broken
Only a fragment now of what I used to be ever wondering how the great
fingers
lost their grip
how I managed
to slip
through
Unnoticed
Acid with
rain has it's
dug
into
my soul
sharp fingernails
warping my surface and sorrow have distorted my vision but cruelly leaving me memories of a time when the glass was clear dirt
And
this
memory
is
why I'm
here
alone
picking up the pieces. -
Ariel (hilden
