Mosaic

I am broken, like shattered kaleidoscope pieces that cut through the wounds that you carelessly left open

I am lost, like a battered detour sign that leads me to the edge of a cliff, a cliff that crumbles just beneath my tethered feet

I am trapped, like a secluded prisoner who cannot seem to break out of a padded cell, so he slips further and further into the darkness that covers his very own mind

I am drowning, like a sacred treasure chest lost inside the depths of an ocean that only flows through your forbidden body of water

I am scared, I am scared of the possibility that is my future

I am scared of the past, as it still chases me down a forsaken street that I no longer recognize as my own

I am a living nightmare, but I would rather sleep than to be awoken by the truth that only haunts me in the dead of the night

My skies are bleak, my thoughts are clouded, the fire inside me that once sparked a light to lead a village to salvation, has been temporarily dimmed

But I am a story, like an author who has not yet released his finished masterpiece

Like an artist who keeps his finest work hidden under lock and key

Like a dancer who leaves you breathless just before an intermission breaks your undivided attention

I am but a broken soul, slowly picking up the pieces, preparing to transfix the world with a beautiful mosaic that shimmers in the light of day