Inspiration

Shards like fine glass shattered through the mazes of his heart one for everything that mattered that had sliced his world apart Now he prys them loose at midnight just to lay them on the line every sliver like a vision of his life as well as mine one for every dark disaster that prevailed when he was young now he proves himself the master splinters falling from his tongue scratch the paper with the anguish let the blood red ink rejoice he no longer has to languish God has given him a voice.