Shattered - A Poem

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An Original Poem

SHATTERED
By K.T. Leone

A million pieces of my soul
scattered on the floor
from words said
from deeds done
a childhood that was taken
stolen in the harshest way
a loss of pure innocence
never to be regained

I want to scream
yet I make no sound
I want to cry
but the tears cannot flow
dreams, they do not come easy
yet I live my nightmare

The questions abound
visions of the past
reality or illusion?
What was done?
More importantly, why?

And who am I?
Am I light or dark?
Angel or Demon?
Holy or evil?
Man or Woman?
Straight or Gay
Pure or tainted?
Do these questions even matter
or are they the ramblings of a damaged mind?
Can't the universe go on without me?
Do I matter at all?
Would the world even miss me if I were gone?

Surely life is something more than this
questions of a more nobler sort
not to be stuck in one moment in time
way back in the past
though it seems as only yesterday

A little child
the beast
a white world turned blood red
a cry that was never heard
if it was ever made at all

a tear
a release
a promise
a secret
a lifetime to figure it out

If only I could make myself whole
but still I lay...
shattered!


Author's Note: I wanted to make this poem fit on the background but it was taking more work than I could afford to give it. I do enjoy the poem though and thought others might find some worth in it. Sorry if I was wrong.

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Comments

Powerful and sad and very evocative.

But it kind of made me think of this. I've seen beautiful dishes, art all made from the shattered and battered bits of glass on the beach, it sat there a long time maybe then someone came and saw the beauty in those pieces...Keep strong Katie, you never know when or who'll pick up your pieces.

Bailey Summers

Good analogy!

Some days it feels like there's never enough glue, but writers like Katie and you and Cyclist and so many more that put me back together, you know?


Happy to know you. Belle

Shattered - A Poem

Leaves me breathless

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

You know how I feel...

Andrea Lena's picture

...while I've written about the hurts of my past, I don't think that I've seen anything so moving that gives voice to my doubts and fears. And my hopes. Thank you.


Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

Thank you Katie,

ALISON

'but someone picked up the pieces for me after 70 odd years,I hope that it is your turn next.

ALISON

Moving

Very moving Katie ,Thank You for so many things --HUGS RICHIE2