A Million Shards (Part 1)
Eyes blink open to an empty world,
Reluctant to return to the endless ocean
Of gray colorless mornings
And empty emotions
Door suddenly open,
I blink once, then twice
I forget not the entire world
Is buried in my demise
A world of color, just out of reach
Where weakness doesn’t belong.
A world where needing help is disgraceful
And constant pain is strong
But the color doesn’t catch my eyes,
There’s a mound of darkness in the hall,
The shape of a shadow in the light
That floats through my dreams and haunts them all
Again.
The stranger waits before me
Voice eerily serene
Faceless yet familiar
In this too repetitive scene
Are you okay? Why wouldn’t you be?
You have it all, can’t you see?
No, I’m not.
Flashing anger, like day to night
Transforms right there, before my eyes
Whatever could you possibly mean?
You’re young and bright, you’re just fifteen
Don’t pretend you know what real struggles bring
You’re just a child, you have everything.
Don’t let your weakness come to light
Push your imperfections out of sight.
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