Broken Inside

In shadows profound, where quiet sobs,

A heart once entire currently discreetly keeps,

Parts of dreams, as dissipated glass,

Reflecting minutes that thought about passing.

The chuckling reverberations, a far off toll,

Blurring murmurs of a neglected time.

When dynamic tones, presently shades of dim,

Paint a material where trust floats away.

Underneath the surface, a storm mixes,

An expanse of considerations, lost in the blues.

Each wave that accidents brings reverberations of agony,

A tempest in the spirit, where light feels to no end.

Walls fabricated high to protect from the evening,

However shadows creep in, taking the light.

A grin worn ragged, a veil for the world,

Hiding the disarray, the heart that is spread out.

In dreams, I meander through fields of gold,

Where warmth embraces, and love grabs hold.

However, sunrise breaks cruel, with its puncturing glare,

An indication of weights too weighty to even consider bearing.

I assemble the pieces, the shards of my spirit,

Each cut an illustration, each scar restores me.

With shaking hands, I start to patch,

Tracking down strength in the cracks, a way to rise.

For in the wrecked, there's magnificence to find,

A strength woven, a soul unconfined.

So I come back to life, unbound and alive,

Embracing the shadows, I figure out how to make due.

In each break, a story unfurls,

A confirmation written in pulses of gold.

However I might be broken, I won't stow away,

For inside the pieces, my reality will dwell.