Tiny Shards Poem by Michelle Tiddy

I scream inwardly... a silent scream
But, can you hear it.? ? ?
This scream, to anyone who knows
What it feels like when your soul
Is ripped from you, pulled from below
Right up through you and out via the mouth

The pain, the soreness, the excrutiating
Devourement of your life within..
It tears you and bears you and hurts
So very much that I don't know if
From this one I'll survive, I've done enough
The truth is too difficult to endure

My God! I've had enough of these sad
Sad, songs, I've played them eternally
I've listened until they have deafened me
Spoken to the very core of me,
They pull at my dreams, shattering explosively
And dispersing the fragments along the way

Tiny shards of me on the pavement
You'll find them, the ones you avoid
Stepping on, those that don't hold the sunlight
You want to avoid the cracks, incase the devil
Jumps out and gets you, you don't want to be
To be like me, you surely don't

Hurry past those insignificant glittering things
That remind you, of who you don't want
To be, Even though they shine red and gold
Many hard secrets they hold and proffer
To the Gods above, who play games with
Our love, chess, roulette, snakes and ladders

Just remember, to hold your heart in your hand,
Hell, NO Love IS in your hands, the way
You shape it and make it and offer it
Unto your own self, it's the cards that are dealt
Dreams are dreams, love is love
The only tingling you can control....

So I shall try, but to dream, try to
Glean all that I can from this test of life
This wonderous strife, are you with me?
Can you take this ride, this undeniable glide
Into the unknown, that is what we are!
Sliding by, two lefts, maybe a right...from the star