In the end, the hard path is the easy path.

Shattered, Pieces of Me

And so it has been written,
my world,
so hard it has bitten,
to myself I will keep curled
and into the darkness,
fully I will be submerged

Excruciating rise in fear
rushing wildly like an electrical current
ready to instill a shock so rare
into what was once whole and vibrant
but now a shell, absent, vacant as I glare

Into the mirror feeling lifeless, gasping for air
knowing this burden, heavy to bare
will be forever a weight carried with no room for error
that once fleeting moment, now a glimpse of despair

How can I be blissful , when the future appears so grim
how do I get through this, fear and negativity filled to the brim
shattered across the floor, all hopes for more
pieces of me scattered like a jigsaw
will I ever arise to renew and restore?

-xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012