Broken Ornaments

Night time was setting a fire to my thoughts for me to inhale;
they tasted of sleep and darkness,
of left over dreams, stale from being forgotten;
like a loaf of bread that has been left in the back of a cupboard
for so long, that it begins to take on a new life of its own.

I sat quietly gathering dust like the clutter around me.

There are times in life when we feel like we’re nothing more than
a broken ornament, put out on display
for all the world to see our scars.

The truth is,
this world likes breaking things
and then discarding them once they’re broken,
for broken things are easily discarded,
except of course, a broken heart,
that’s something,
that needs mending.


©️ 2021 Lathen Griffiths