The Realization

Like broken glass,

the shattered pieces of my mind fall into different directions.

I try, but I will never be able to put them back together,

precisely the way they were before.

Some may be mended,

with just a hairline fracture.

A faint reminder of what was,

while others are broken beyond repair.



The word running through my mind,

over and over until it begins to lose its meaning.

The realization hits me in the face like a stiff wind,

forcing me to confront what I had been stuffing down for years.


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