A Broken Life...
My life is broken
Not unlike
That glass upon the floor
Shattered shards are strewn about
And block the path that’s clear
Each step I take is painful now
Though I seek to clean the mess
There is so much that’s all around
Can’t find a cleared out spot
Step on it or pick it up
It has the same effect
The bleeding starts and can’t be stopped
I am a bloody mess
What will it take
To alleviate
This hemorrhage in my soul
This is the way
The only way
To get from here to there
I want to talk to let it out
The words I see so clear
The words themselves have crossed my lips
But feelings don’t come out
There is a talking
That I have seen
It leads to letting go
And this I cannot seem find
Though search for it I may
I am a bruised
And bleeding mess
Stumbling for the door
Knowing that each step I take
Both heals and cuts me more
3-9-2001
(jml)
Return to - Poetry Page
Return to - Jeannine's Home Page