"Shattering"

Poem. For all of you who are going through some things.

Shattering

Splintered pieces

Protruding tHrough,

Despite her rigid, constAnt toil

Holding, desperaTe onto you;

Her last atTempt, her mortal coil…

For shadows of the formEr, mourn -

For now, but pity, spite and scoRn

Remain In true, revolting form

ANd all that’s left of days gone by

Are pieces splIntered in her eyes.

Rita Swartz