I am picking up the pieces
Of my broken life
Shards from the mirror cut open by a sharpened knife
I feel the pain, Am I constrained?
By these situations I cannot contain
I turn and I toss with no one to hold
The stifling silence is too much to behold
emptiness deepens in sunken groves
And I am clutching frantically as my brain roves
Isolated and alone in my confined space
I am searching for the strength to finally face
The hidden demons that are out to slay
My peace of mind that makes me stray
MARYANN BOSAH 