May I read my mind to you
Not whole
Not smooth
But in fragments
That fall
Like glass
Remembering
Its break
A door
Half open
Light leaking
Like a confession
That forgot
Its words
A river
Split
Carrying pieces
Of a childhood
I only recall
In flashes
A stone
A scream
A hand letting go
Too soon
A tower
Cracked
Silence dripping
Down its sides
Like wax
From a candle
That never learned
To burn steady
An animal
Unnamed
Pacing the border
Of thought
Leaving prints
In the dust
Of old fears
A mask
Tilted
One eye missing
The other
Watching me
From the inside
May I read my mind to you
In symbols
Scattered
Shifting
Pieces that refuse
To form a single truth
But still insist
On meaning
A lantern
Flickering
A shadow
Leaning toward it
A spark
Trying to rise
Through the fracture
If you stay
I’ll gather the shards
Slow
Careful
And let you see
How even broken light
Still remembers
How to glow