Shards

A somber poem.

Shards

and like a fragile glass

I fell to the ground

and all at once

shattered

alone in my room

with melodies screaming out

thoughts flooding my mind

of how I wronged you

along with

the pontificating voice

of hell convincing me

to use the shards of myself

for the brisk reassurance of feeling

to no avail

for the pleasure

that was granted for a moment

quickly faded into somber pain

blinding me once again

and in this unlighted valley

I had lost all hope

of my savior returning to me

but unbeknownst to my chaotic thoughts

I was the one who had turned

and like the sun hides behind the clouds

so my heart was concealed

creating the illusion of shadows

cast over my soul

but little did I know

the shadow proves the sunshine

and soon

these shards of myself

that I so wrongly abused

would be pieced back together

leaving behind scars

that distinguished 

a grand story

of redemption

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

probably one of the most rational pieces I've read on the subject, and if you've spent anytime on an internet writing site, you've read a fair share.
it's so measured, for such a drastic event. keep writing. it's a redeemer, like bruce springsteen.
no more shards, man.