Chipped

How fractured my life did become. How out of color it did slip. From that devastating experience, that caused the first chip. I should have tended to it, when it first occured. Maybe then the color in my life, would be less obscured. But... I didnt tend to the chip. Instead, ignored it completely. And every chip since. Until now, regrettably. For there are no chips left to tend. No preventative measures i can take. Only jagged cracks colorless, deep. Slowly growing with every move i make. I have no hope. The cracks i cannot bind. Who knew one little chip, could shatter a souls mind.