The things I tied my soul to Are broken beyond repair Shards in my hand No longer beautiful The things I took delight in Are rotted away Consumed by scavengers Til nothing remains I stand in ashes They say ashes make things grow But how do I start again By turning my back on the…
Sweep up the pieces Make sure you get them all Use a good, solid glue Now comes the tricky bit Piece by piece Bleeding sliver by aching shard Begin your reconstruction Assemble again the form of you Defy fear and disregard despair Doggedly work on your renaissance Don’t think about how you’ve been here before…
Eclectic Assemblage 