this body is a shield;
what it doesn't reveal
are the fault lines
of the soul,
the fragile cracks
tracing random patterns
around the heart,
kept from breaking
by the steel of the mind
forged by the fires of life,
trained to understand
what is outside
can only break you
if you give it purchase within
Tag: poetry
Better
the pieces of me
lie scattered upon the floor;
not having met my expectations,
I have taken a wrecking ball
to myself
that I might start again;
picking through the wreckage
I seek out the pieces that worked
and hold on to the shards of memory
of my failures
these are the first bricks
of my new foundation
as I rebuild
in a fresh attempt
to be better
Me
too often I look in the mirror
and only see me;
I fail to acknowledge
those who came before -
the ones who made me -
I miss those in the world
who rely upon me;
I only have eyes for the burdens
I have placed upon me,
my mind thinks the world
is being done to me,
I am blind
to all there is to see,
it's foolish to think
the world revolves around me;
if I look with my heart
at all that surrounds me
I can become
a better version of me