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Shattered Glass Memories
Shards of glass lay at my feet
Reflections of the past somehow shattered
Each one bears sharp or jagged edges
They can cut you deeply if you're not careful
Some are stained freshly red
Some have smears of a darker, dried, colour
There are recent memory wounds and older ones
Some are clear as water, others dark as mud
Laid out where they have all fallen
None of them seem to make any sense
Organizing them into a semblance of order
Doesn't seem to be all that easy
Like jagged pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
They wait for me to build the completed picture
But the story is only partway clearly forming
And I'm hesitant to touch any of them at all
These shards are all pieces of my past
And I'm not sure I should be touching any of them
I wonder if living with the holes of memory's ignorance
Isn't somehow better than risking any further pain.
~Muse
4/10/2012
Shards of glass lay at my feet
Reflections of the past somehow shattered
Each one bears sharp or jagged edges
They can cut you deeply if you're not careful
Some are stained freshly red
Some have smears of a darker, dried, colour
There are recent memory wounds and older ones
Some are clear as water, others dark as mud
Laid out where they have all fallen
None of them seem to make any sense
Organizing them into a semblance of order
Doesn't seem to be all that easy
Like jagged pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
They wait for me to build the completed picture
But the story is only partway clearly forming
And I'm hesitant to touch any of them at all
These shards are all pieces of my past
And I'm not sure I should be touching any of them
I wonder if living with the holes of memory's ignorance
Isn't somehow better than risking any further pain.
~Muse
4/10/2012
