Broken Poetry.

I stood in my candle lit room,
My heavy heart weighing me down.
My head was spinning
from all the sorrows I'd tried to drown.
At my feet, pieces of broken poetry,
I snapped, crumpled and tore.
My book lay slaughtered before me,
bleeding words all over the floor.
The first thing I would have rescued from a raging fire.
I called it worthless then killed it
'cause I'm a destructive liar!
A decades worth of words.
My whole paper life.
I accused it of betrayal
before plunging in the knife.
And why?..because I was defeated again
and couldn't think of anything
more poignant to express my pain.
The next day as the fog cleared
the flashbacks put on a show.
I saw my life's work being shredded by a me I didn't know.
I was punch drunk in love,
couldn't free my heart from the captor.
Now that book is finished
It's time for a brand new chapter.

J.E.P.Wilsn