Shards

I pick my way through the shards of glass,

not quite sure of my way

Each intricate piece seems to be calling me,

to remind me of who I was

A way of being I choose to walk away from, finally and at last

They try to get my attention - to make me lose my way

Look over here, look at me cry 'shame, guilt and need'

The piece to my left calls out, don't leave me, I am trying to please

A sensation of freedom runs up through my toes

As I feel fear splinter into tiny pieces beneath my bones

I am leaving you now I say to my past

And take a final glance behind me at the mindfield fo memories, shoulds and musts put in their final resting place, gathering dust

AJC