and she sat
in her own silence, seeking solace within
trying to piece together the broken pieces of self back together again
trying to find self amongst the broken wine glasses and the shattered mirrors
who had she become?
was she the vision of her child self?
yet the incisions in her mind blurred the eye of her heart
placing division in her inner being, digging meter deep potholes through her soul
who was she?
what solace would she find outside of herself
when the world she existed in reported her missing in action
every emotional transaction sending surges of confusion through her heart…
‘I HAVE TO HEAL’ she says…