Broken Yet Whole By Lily Mae

Shattering slowly, day by day,

becoming collateral damage

of a world that feeds on pain.

I lie a doormat on foundations

laid with vile words

spewed from the darkness

that hides behind the faces

of those who dare to say they love you.

Conniving, twisted souls

lost in their own mass destruction,

blowing counterfeit sunshine

up the proverbial asses

of the vulnerable,

the already broken.

Feed or die…

the self-imposed banner they wear.

Bloodied feet cross broken glass,

licked clean by forked tongues

as the shadow swells.

I saw you.

Believed in you.

Waited for the awakening.

The wait is over.

Delicacy pushed to the edge

should strike fear

in all who witness,

yet the blind remain in awe.

I rise slowly now,

a power unseen by the masses.

Retribution begins its quiet work

slow, methodical,

coiling the spine,

slicing ego

as decimation takes root.

Hunger for the death of illusion

ignites me.

One strike

sinking fangs tasting life force, 

rage completes its circle.

The corpse is shoved aside.

I light one up in celebration,

glass shattered into a kaleidoscope of color.

Broken

yet whole.

Lily Mae 

Is a northern Michigan poet and writer who's work can be read at Hello Poetry, Writers Café and also at Facebook under Lily Mae Poetry .