Surrounded by broken glass, had the vase shattered once
more.
Like wet sand had the speckles splintered my blood
soaked fingers,
Holding my heart, filling the holes, scraping the surface to
find a new layer
A new me, hidden under the scarred flesh, my precious Pride
stood across the room, frozen.
The mirror I once admired, darkness reflected before me
Where had my Motivation fled?
Chaos no longer dances with me, all of what that was the
crowd now against the wall, staring.
My heart, rid of crying, complaining, cursing and
criticizing, all but a fragile bulb filled with hurt
Too tight and it shall melt away onto the dust this vase
once was
Too loose and it shall fall into the wrong hands
