Yesterday I was okay.
Yesterday there were people to wipe the tears away.
Yesterday I was not alone.
Yesterday I was whole...
But now I am shattered.
Pieces of porcelain skin
lay scattered on the ground.
The painted face is broken
into shards of decaying pottery.
The innocent smile
of a naive little girl
adorns the face of a woman
who broke away from the world.
The face is shattered,
can anyone show me the way?
The pottery shards
are sharp on my feet
as I rise.
The blood
flows fast
and hard.
I rise from the shards
of my old self
and into the skies of
my future
like the phoenix
rising from the ashes.
My blood waters the earth and I am free...