I am inside looking out

as everyone scurries ‘round about.

They are oblivious to me inside,

they don’t know life with me, without.

This mess I curse I’ve made it seem,

is full of worms and glass and blood.

‘Tween sanity and bleakness, bad and good

My head’s awake, my soul lives a

dream.

‘Tis shameful life as I give back to you

on an earthenware plate so cracked.

Life was given to me on a platter, so fine

…what happened to this life of mine?

I cannot heal nor forget nor repair

this pile of cracked and broken shards.

To forgive the past, to prepare for the new—

I can’t, too familiar is the despair.

I doubt that there is a way out.

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