Trauma

At that moment, My soul fractured, Recognizing my broken self seared my senses, Each piece cut as I picked it up, Healing will come not from wishing away the cracks, But accepting the pieces with the cracks as my new self. Gazing through broken spectacles at a cracked mirror, The world has warped separating vision from reality, What is seen exists only in viewing, What is known is not reflected to the viewer. The heart beats consistently, lovingly, maddeningly, furiously, peacefully, Until it beats erratically, And opens a door of uncertainty, The heart beats constantly until it doesn’t. The veil becomes thin exposing another way, All that is known becomes unclear, Allowing other information a momentary priority, Which is the waking world? I seek to wash away the illusion and love into the universe.