Shorts: A Collection

At That Moment

All the moments you don't show the world you're broken,
When you splinter inside with burdens unspoken,

That moment when you feel all your breath is exhausted
And you'll never be free of your mind that's haunted.

The flame you once had now choked and extinguished,
It's buried under the weight of the moments of anguish.

It's in those moments when you are so damaged
Painful to live another day and somehow you managed.

You must find in the ruins of all that has been
One small stone to hold and dream,

That you will never again be in that place
Which is gone forever, the only trace

Is the stone you keep as a way to control
Which parts to discard and which to own.

Those moments become the cornerstone
To something else that you alone

Can see in its true, raw, bloodstained glory
Its foibles, successes, its changing story.

Those moments are a tangled tapestry of contrasts,
Which feel like a lifetime but do not last

More than what we can control or even bear,
Although it does not seem it when you're there.

When you hit that unbidden realisation
You are free from any held expectation.

You are what you are and what you have done
We are all that same way under the same sun,

So accept what has been and which parts are a fact,
The fragments which were broken are still pieces of you, intact.