What is my life?
I am made of hopes and woes,
And though I am whole,
Why do I feel so shattered?
My dreams are in front of me,
Bright and clear as the Sun,
Shining in my eyes, so close,
But yet so far away.
My soul is like glass,
Fragile and delicate,
And when it's hurt it breaks,
Every sliver a part of my life.
This world I walk alone,
At the river of lonliness I stand,
Ready to plunge in,
And explore the misty soltitudes,
Alone, and maybe shattered.....
(My little poem that I wrote ages ago.)