Shattered FragmentsA Poem by Kayla Khttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_LOOKssMpA"And truth be told, I'm shattered, broken into a million tiny pieces. The shards are scattered across the floor, glitter crystals in the sparkling sunlight pouring in through the windows. Those who stare in wonder at the fragments only see the beauty, but I see the ugly that caused me to break in the first place. Sometimes I try fixing the puzzle, making myself whole again, but the slightest slip, and the memories flood back in. Thoughts swirl inside of my mind, cutting me deep. Sometimes others are brave enough to try putting me back together, but if they aren't careful, they see the ugliness. A small slip, and someone else is cut too. I'm shattered, truly broken, and it's looking like I can't be put back together. Even if someday I am whole again, it won't be the same. The cracks will still be visible, memories still fresh and sharp. By now, I know that there is beauty in the broken, but that doesn't make us any less broken. Still, when all seems hopeless, I'll remember that there are other shattered, many more so than me. Even if I don't understand why I'm so broken, it's something I've come to accept. I'll join together with all the other shattered souls, and together, we can change the world. The shattered are the strongest souls, because they're not afraid to break -- they've already been there." ~ Me
"And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on. But I know, all I know's, that the ends beginning. Who I am, from the start. Take me home, to my heart. Let me go, and I will run. I will not be silent. All this time, spent in vain, wasted year, wasted gain. All is lost, but hope remains, and this war's not over. There's a light, there's a sun, taking all the shattered ones, to the place we belong. And his love will conquer all. Yesterday I died; tomorrow's bleeding. Fall into your sunlight." ~ Shattered by Trading Yesterday http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_LOOKssMpA "Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light." ~ Helen Keller ~*~ Shattered fragments, scattered pieces. Sunlight spinning, crystal dances. Imagination clouds, luminous comets. Hidden deep secrets and torn apart spirits. Razor roulette and anxiety delight. Battling fiercely, inner depression fight. Maybe I'm lost in color swirl, maybe I've reached the end. At least I show acceptance, at least I don't pretend. Help me pick up shards. Handle with some care. Being broken more, I couldn't bare. I've wasted so much time, picking up the pieces. But starting today, I'm making better choices. Search for the answers in the world, but then you'll have no questions. Conquer every challenge faced, but then you'll have no mountains. The words won't hold me down, because now I scream louder. With my inky pen enigma, I'd win this with a whisper. My future is open, alleviate your hold. Time to run free. Make my story, known and told. Though I'm shattered, pieces scattered, the war has started, weakness fleeted. Shattered souls, show your pain. Dance out freely, in pouring rain. You're broken for a reason. Remember every memory, then use them to take action. Hopeful twinkles, shining bright. Taking shattered, to a place where everything's alright. © 2011 Kayla KAuthor's Note
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Added on June 20, 2011Last Updated on June 21, 2011 AuthorKayla KSmall town , NYAboutI'm a cyclone of myself, a caterpillar delight still finding my wings. A balloon stuck up in the clouds, no one can bring me down from my high. Shattered into pieces, be careful when you pick .. more..Writing
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