In the morning you find me
Broken on the floor
Then sit for hours
Fitting the pieces back together
And searching for those missing
under the bed.There will be hidden
The memories of childhood
Dark secrets buried deep
And fragments of truth
fallen in the crevices.You pick up a piece of that light
Watch it glow in your hand
Crystalised tears of joys and
pain endured
But you do not realise
that they are yours.November 7, 2002