I stand to look down at myself
Viewing a figure shattered on the floor
As I reach for the pieces
I fear cutting myself more,
There are shards too sharp
Do I add back in?
Jagged corners ending,
Twisted edges begin;
Some best left where past belongs
Segments in puzzling placement
Challenge like tiles of mah-jongg,
Some fragments so small and fragile
I fear they will be lost
The sheer project of reassembly
Brings a thought process to exhaust,
Temptation to simply sweep it up
Toss everything in trash
Turn away and run,
No stopping till next crash,
Then nothing left but sediment
Where only filth would remain
This is not an option
In it nothing but shame and pain.
Instead look back at the pieces
Find the ones that fit,
Tenacity and courage
Only segments with spirit
Faith, hope and courage
Wisdom, gratitude and grace
Each of the virtues
Will fall into their place,
When allowed to be put together
In a mosaic of light
To reflect and glint things lost
In the darkness of the night,
Flicker Behind Delusion 