A thousand pieces lie littering floors and minds, light reflects back off shiny coloured shards, each reflecting a man, one that was, one that is, one that will be. Picture poses once held dear, now held like the glass, jagged, broken, scattered, yet each teems with life, seen in a twinkle of an eye, a sly coy smile, a knowing glance, gone in the passing of a breath. A thousand pieces lie littering floors and minds, light reflects back from the jagged shards, that will soon lodge themselves in the foot of the soul that dares walk across the room. Copyright 1997 DarkSoul Ramblings
Reason for writing:
Self reflection comes in many forms. Sometimes we are unhappy with who we are yet unable to change. This poem expresses some of my feelings regarding the pain and difficulty that comes about when we begin to change who we are. I hope you enjoy it.
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