Pieces
© January Grey
Doubt's residue clings to the heart
Like years of smoke stains on white lace curtains.
To trust becomes incomprehensible and arduous.
How do I sweep from mind
Scraps of broken promises, and shattered dreams?
Fragmented sections from the mirror
Of life, lie scattered across the floor of my head
Pick up the pieces before I cut myself,
As I walk through my thoughts
On my way to wondering why.
Those pieces, re-assembled,
Become a carnival fun house mirror
Distorting my image.
Moving judiciously, to view myself from all angles,
I question the answer.
What revelation would satisfy me?
The why is always present, past, and future.
I pay infinitely, for every wrong choice--
Mine and theirs.
The domino effect spills over into love's games.
I can almost hear the squeaky eraser,
Scrubbing across life's chalkboard
Until realization covers my regret
Clean slates are only found in grade school.
Copyright August 1995
January Grey
All rights reserved
With the door of absent love locked behind me
I move forward, always forward, to regret.
Ashes of devotion, swept into tidy piles,
Decorate my hallway of times past.
Haunted by the hollow sound of lonely,
My heartbreak echoes silent nights.
Memories pound my fortress of protection,
The ache, sometimes so loud, I want to cry.
Down the corridor of life baby stepping,
Dreading ghostlike shadows of doubt.
Love's entrance always grander than it's exit.
Secret sparks of hope behind each door.
Once inside, familiar snares become apparent,
Bones of broken love not laid to rest.
The dust of abandon invites cobwebs of alone
To adorn the empty corners of my soul.
Copyright 5/22/00
January Grey
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