Moments lie scattered like pieces of a broken mirror.
Reflecting shattered remnants on a dusty floor.
It’s the sharp images that cut thoughts into a fragmented one.
Meanwhile I stand fixed on how many pieces I’ve become.
It’s never been as easy as me, or I am whole.
The I’s never really have anything but others they’ve stole.
Then the exponential value of all I am leaves me to wonder.
How many are you that watch
with silent eyes asunder?
The noise is deafening with thousands of us screaming,
Screaming to be heard within the silence of dreaming
So I’m lost, there is no one voice, and now I must think in silence.
The quiet aspects we ignore
leaving certainty in suspense.
All around are noises and silent eyes, words and looks reveal
what others have in mind
to lie, cheat, or steal.
So shattered I lie, shards of me
pieced together with scars,
and reflections of hope
In memories afar.