Shattered yet whole

The splinters from being shattered

no longer hurt.

I don’t know

if it was from piecing back the fragments

or the memories that was once solid.

Staring into each shard,

I saw myself.

The Lover

The Friend

The Vulnerable and

The Unforgiven

With every glimpse through different sizes

was a part of me that needed ME.

Now,

with a broken mirror to look into,

I can see that I’m still whole.

Your face is showing

Fear glazes the eyes atop masks
Out-stretched hands, morally bitten
Hordes
hoarding essentials—
some to profit
while others for security
Public services mocked
while trying to keep their composure
Bound to their castles,
what awaits one
can not be seen—
Insanity.
Isolated roads
are no longer a metaphor
What was a friendly smile
now a grin of greed
Words of encouragement
from people who preached saying,
“Things will be all right”,
no longer have meaning
in this day and time

Excuse me,
but your face is showing.

 

 

If…

If I were you,

what would you have me do?

Will I stay in bed?

Or will I go out instead?

How do I take my coffee or tea?

Black or bitter? Maybe some sugar and cream?

Am I an “Online Romeo” trying to get laid?

Or am I a “Casual Juliet” trying to get through the day?

How would I handle stress?

What would work best?

When the day is done,

what do I do for fun?

Do I read and then sleep?

Or am I rocking a mic with a couple of drinks?

I’m only asking

because curiousity

is getting the best of me.

So, the moment of truth…

who am I

if I were you?