A Mind Shredded

Rebuilding a thought

Shards of Imagination and Fantasy
Litter the floors.
Patches of Reality and Skill plaster decaying walls.
A consciousness untied.

Finally tired of the mess
Gathering scraps
Change may begin

With a needle of Reason
And a thread of Hope
Fragments are wholed
Slivers are pieced.

Jumbled, but together.
Dreams and Certainty woven
Chaotically
Spilling into each other.

Can you see the difference anymore?

Author's Note

What do you think the last question is about?

Reviews

[Katie Foutz Voss]

Perhaps the difference--that difference which is now unclear--is between what is real, and what is not. I could be completely wrong. It's up to you.

Regardless of the question, I enjoyed this. Nothing makes me smile so much as writing an intangible thing into something else that can be grasped and held as though it were physical. Nicely done.