there is so much beauty in the world and
i am still focusing on the broken glass window
and the shards sticking out, tempting me
to pull them out and send it off:
things i need and things i want
things i love and things i lust
things i ruined and things that i lost,
more like they deserted me.
now, i am left, with a broken
window and soul
but the light still enters the bedroom floor
and i can see the light shine
just, not on my life.
