May I Read My Mind To You

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