Soliloquy

obliv

I am a broken piece
of glass
often walked on,
yet never picked up
even if I have wounded
hearts;

I am a forgotten soul
lost in the abyss
of darkness
forever yearning
for light;

I am my heart and all it has been
through
and all that it will;

I am the melody
others sing along to,
the chorus
of the forgotten wind.