Photos strewn across
cluttered tables
An old scrapbook bursting at its seams
Memories bind me, constricting cables
Reminders of another world and old dreams!
Shards of glass scattered
on the floor
Tiptoeing, careful, lest a splinter cut me
I know they should lay there no more!
Yet here I am, unable to break free.
Reading once and
several times again
I should stop and start writing now
To change the past would be in vain
On a fresh page I have to pen somehow.
Sweep away the broken glass, I must
Crisp new whiteness I have to embrace
Clear away the memories and dust
New words my pen shall trace!