I came to you broken. A million jagged pieces, asking you to give me back what I was.
Raging against the storm. The rain stinging my face I demand this
Give me back my self! I need to know myself! I need to see myself!
I beg, I plead, I cajole, but there is only the wind and the rain,the wildness of the storm
It is the same storm that lives inside of my soul. It is the same storm that has ripped out my heart and left me in this broken, empty state
I am angry, beyond angry.I don’t want to be here anymore, I don’t want to do this although I am not even sure what this is
By dawn,I have exhausted my fury. The sky is clearing and I am left in a heap on the wet grass Spent, empty, cleansed
As I open my eyes I see one tiny shard. Sparkling on the ground. Written on it is the word Peace
I pick it up and smile.Nothing is what I thought.Nothing is in my control. I can only collect the tiny pieces of my soul one at a time and put myself back together.