The Road To Healing

A road is in front of me,

The road leads inwards.

Inwards to my soul, my heart.

A glittering, shimmering road.

Not a road of stars.

No, it’s a road of broken glass.

Sharp broken, shattered glass.

A tiny step off the road and you will lose your way…

Forever! Still, I walk down this road.

This hated twisted road, alone.

 

Taking my time like I have all the time in the world…

I do. Why? Simply because time doesn’t exist here.

No decay, no softening of the edges.

Each step tears at my flesh.

My flesh? No, my mind…that is what it is.

My mind that walk this road. Not my flesh.

My mind then… I feel my mind tearing.

Yes, tearing, losing my precious grip on sanity.

I am so tempted. Tempted to stay down here.

Down? No, not down… No up, no down, simply here.

 

So tired… Stumbling now, crawling…

Why am I here again? Oh yes,

Going down on my hands and knees,

Ignoring the sharp pain from far way.

I pick up a piece of glass…

The glass, a manifestation of the past.

Each broken piece, a broken word, a hurt…

So many here. Hundreds, no, thousands.

How am I to put them back together again?

To put back my sanity? My soul? My heart?

 

Why? Why do we hurt each other and ourselves so?

How many shattered pieces?

How many slivers of ourselves are lost?

Why is our innerscape so?

I feel tears… tears of blood flowing down my cheeks.

I cry; cry for the lost of innocence.

I mourn; mourn for the lost parts of ourselves.

So fragile our world,

So fragile without the lost pieces.

How long before we heal?

 

Reviews

[ShadowWolf]

A wonderful description of a very painful journey.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

"No, it's a road of broken glass.
Sharp broken, shattered glass."

"I pick up a piece of glass�
The glass, a manifestation of the past.
Each broken piece, a broken word, a hurt�"

These few lines according to me are the best part of the entire piece and you're right it's very much similar to "Broken pieces of glass"..may be coz great mind thinks the same :D

yeah! Its a beautiful write with great symbolism...you know broken piece of glass is such a great example to compare with one's heartbreak and that's what I found in your write..
The comparison has been beautifully made.


"I feel tears� tears of blood flowing down my cheeks.

I cry; cry for the lost of innocence."

This is so dark and so deep...as If I could her your cry for the loss of innocence :(
Brilliant work ! :)

[Nicole Clarice Anna Wie..]

fantastic imagery! i liked this one .. keep it up!

[Fades]

So lovely... yet so sad..

Such a poem which search for answers, for reasoning. Sigh.. Pain, anxiety and worry always bring us to our knees, yet as long as we get up and walk on, believe that there is a pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow or as the case maybe.. Healing.

[Ashly Christen]

My mind then� I feel my mind tearing.
Yes, tearing, losing my precious grip on sanity.
I am so tempted. Tempted to stay down here.
Down? No, not down� No up, no down, simply here.



i love this!
i think you knew i would ;)
a wonderful potrayal of the everyday stresses of life
anxiety
fear
boredom
the damn routines
depression
and of course the hard path to healing



Each broken piece, a broken word, a hurt�


I cry; cry for the lost of innocence.
I mourn; mourn for the lost parts of ourselves.
So fragile our world,
So fragile without the lost pieces.

wonderful!



♥ashlychristen