Today..the world let go of me; and reality became as broken glass.
Threads worn bare by endless stress and self destruction appeared at last
And—in an instant, I found the world to be a rug that had worn out
And I fell through a hole I hard worn through pacing and
Struggling in anguish with my mind and my fear…
I plummeted through to the void left wide and beckoning for feeding…
I knew what it was to be naked at pure zero;
Cold and shaking like a old man’s hand
Unable to think or move or breathe
And watching the mirror stay intact
As my face shattered apart and broke apart instead
My soul started to smolder and ignite,
I’d become a man of paper inside that mirror facade
Burning and tearing and turning to ash
But, although the fire of my drunkenness burst into an inferno
A cry for help exploded from a heart
That had stopped beating and started dying
And, above the roar of the flames, I listened.
Today the world let me fall but it kept one thread dangling
Which I was able to grasp
For a precious moment
And that fragment was the one I love…
That fragment of the carpet reached out
Despite my hurting her
And refused to let go…
The pieces of my splintered reflection, of my shredded soul
Still are in a state of mend; and that mending will be long…
They may be only glass but the glue of Love
Will mend them;
Will adhere them together
With a glue from another’s heart
A glue insoluble by anything.
The glass of my mask, the soul made of paper inside me
Becomes a new man
Made of healed glass
And rejoined paper
On whose pages are written..
You Can Do this.
You can be Loved
You Are Loved.
You are broken..but you will be whole
And You will be worth it.