Life was tragically shattered by a dream to be great
To be brilliant, upstanding, be more giving than demanding
Then came the inaudible crash ringing through my ears incessantly
So loud like a crystal chandelier beautifully falling to the fate of gravity
Miniscule shards of glass spread and glisten against my skin
I clamber around…I pick them up and I pick them out
Before anyone notices the deplorable mess I scramble to sweep them in
Feeling like inevitably I can just glue them back together again
Then everyone would see it’s transparency
Light breaks through the cracks creating glowing specks of a spectrum
Displaying a colorful rainbow of promise on the walls as I scream out
“I fixed it! Look at how I made it all new!”
Then comes the disintegration of the weak glue I attempted to use
Before the mass’ eyes fall upon it while it’s good, it completely crumbles again
Chipping away slowly at first, the sound of tiny sifted grains or like trickling rain
The smallest cracking like the December embers of the warmest fire
The weight and support can finally bare no more
I watch the bottom caving into the pressure I could never defend
Pulled from beneath me so quickly when I no longer had dividends
I desperately try to stick them back together with the thickness of the years
I gather the pieces into my arms frantically pasting them with tears
Hands and arms absolutely bloodied with no result but the potential
The possibility that my life exists, so the tiny shards of glass help me to reminisce
Once I bathe in it in pure bliss you may label me insane
But it would disappointingly be the principle you completely missed
This disaster before me holds a presence that is broken but vulnerably open
Beautifully hideous, deformed, and plagued
Honest and rebellious. It’s an infection and a plague
I can’t ever fix it after the hundreds of times I tried
And what it took was the acceptance of failure, the doing away of my pride
I no longer hide the guilt or the shame the comes with the sound of my name
There is truth and there is proof that everything is meant to start anew
So I proudly dust myself clean, roll my sleeves, beginning a new project with stronger glue
Doing away with the chips and remains of the past I desperately wanted to hold together
Knowing it was dangerously unstable, the fate of collapsing beneath the weight of a feather
Now it can withstand the storms, there is no more sweeping to do
There is no longer the disappointing sound of glass breaking beneath the soles of my shoes
Robin Chappell 