Shards

A line or two both old and new, 

in brush strokes made of ink

blind, unable to think. 

Caught in the flow of things unseen

wedged between reality and dream

two faces in the mirror

shards, cracks and sliver.

Broken pieces, hard to mend

lies of a father, deceit of a friend.

Words become easy to recall

flying aimlessly above it all. 

Frozen both in time and space

for sake of soul, retreat in haste.

These shackles of the heart

prophetic and worlds apart.

Be it friend or foe beseech

the deeper the pain, the farther the reach.

These walls made out of skin

are shattered from within.

So tell me, when will we collide

within the steps of every stride.

Awake inside the day, 

seeing it that way.

When will the light blaze through like fire

to cause a misstep on that wire

that we have walked for years

in anguish and in tears. 

Two faces in one mirror see

what should have been and cannot be.

Each fragment hidden well 

inside a man-made hell. 

But heart was never turned to stone

and though a body flesh and bone

bears scars that tell the tale

this truth can tip the scale...

God's love will never fail.

KEC

aka Deo Volente

7/24/26