Our life is a mosaic of shattered glass
Of shattered lives and memories of days gone
And those gone that we have loved too
The memory remains
An etched memory so deep it never disappears
Each finding their own way to cope
While we are broken and
Trying not to break exposing our tears
Sometimes there are no words left to say
Because the wounds cut so deep
And we refuse to let the memories fade
As it may betray who we once would keep
So close to our hearts, and
We thought they would never go away
Maybe we would be the one to go first
So we would never have to live the day
That we realize that they are gone
And with them part of ourselves too
All we have left
Is piecing together this mosaic with glue
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this in contemplation as to how my life is now compared to "the good ole' days" of my life. We all suffer setbacks, loss, and have to cope with the current condition of our lives.