Shambles

Life lies in shambles,
And it’s been quite sometime since I gathered the pieces
Tonight I come home, tired like always
As I kneel down on the floor to gather the mess.
Those big pieces of expectations �" I pick up with some sadness,
This one is by my parents , and the other one is by my beloved.
I don’t know what to do with them … but I keep them still.
Oh here is my dream .. lying around neglected.
I can brush it under the carpet …Its no more required.
I carefully pile up my responsibilities …of a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend
Hoping I don’t knock them off clumsily like I always do.
And here’s the block or two of my hobbies .. I should keep them carefully.
While shoving away the debris of regret,
I find the pieces of broken promises to myself ,
And some which others handed me
Wondering how important they were a few years back 
Now they seem completely useless.
It’s almost beyond midnight
And I am still busy cleaning up the mess that I have been calling life
It sits now …like uneven stones perched above each other
Delicate ..as if ready to fall 
But I am a little satisfied.
Maybe, I can start living again.

Reviews

[Jared Michael Smith]

I LOVED your imagery. I could literally see the mess of the pieces, like shards of broken glass, with pictures inside of them, kind of like the piece of the portal that Jace keeps at the end of City of Bones (if you haven't read it, you should. ;)). I don't really have any constructive criticisms, though. It was very well done. :)

[Varsha]

Thank You so much Jared!

[Jared Michael Smith]

You're very welcome, you deserved it! :D