Pieces of Confusion
Each Day I awake to find myself still so very confused
My mind is full of cobwebs of confusion
There are a million puzzle pieces
Where do this pieces fit?
What picture is trying to form?
I can't seem to shake them together
I sit here puzzled by my exsistence
I have always been told...
Who I am to be...
What I am to do...
Where I am to go...
Now I must etch my own path....
has always been that fragmented piece
that was lost among the winds of change
Change always seem to consume me
whether I was ready to fight or not
These ghostly images who led me...
also left me broken in a million pieces
And never could tell me why????
I walked through my horrid nightmare
with blinders on to numb the pain
People say I was courageous
I never believed that!
I never wanted to feel
I tried not to feel but the battle raged on...
I stood at the edge of a life that was so framented and broken
My hair would tossle in the angry wind
My eyes would sting and burn
I tried to rub the hurt away
My face was still left tortured and stained
Nothing seemed to wear it away
I carried it with me
I used it as a shield of protection
My bloody shield
with jagged metal edges
It offered me a sense of comfort
Now It has been ripped from my broken hands
I fought to keep "it"
Scared to live without the pain
Now I must Learn to live without it....
Yes Everyday is a struggle
Learn to live without my pain
Seems like an easy concept
If I could only find which pieces fit where??????
Chrissy M. Pierce