Poetry for the Broken
Broken.
Scattered pieces on cement, tears steadily descending
before evaporating into nothingness, dried up by the
fire that burns deep within.
Confusion suffocates logic, at times smothering it into
submission, so afraid of change it makes you uncomfortable,
the thought of leaving yourself vulnerable and open
is unbearable, so you close yourself off, locking yourself
away because it's the safe thing to do. Knocks on your ribcage
go unanswered, an outsider trying to make an appearance to the
treasure locked inside.
Stomach beating and heart rumbling, that which is unattainable
still taunts the senses as you lie awake, staring at stars through
the stained glass ceiling, each one a goal, a dream and a desire just
out of reach, inconvenience and obstacles in the way of progress, and
in the path of recovery. The track obstructed, and though
various shortcuts scatter the way, you steadily push past
the barriers, no side roads on this trip because you realize,
taking it one step at a time only works if you are
facing the right direction.
Your shadow is your only companion sometimes, trustingly
following you wherever you venture, but when clouds block out
possibilities, even your reflection seems to waiver, flickering in
and out of reliability. So remember your friends, your strength,
your anti-drug, and when you are stuck staring at the
ground thinking there is no way to lift your head up high, feel
the warmth that comes from within, and look towards the sunrise,
and forward to a new beginning.
Progress.
Slowly being pieced together, every day another part
is put into place, constructing a clear beginning as this
puzzle of life is slowly completed.
A reachable future in a hazy past, shatter the glass and
soon the sun will come out,
and when it does, it will shine on you.
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