Picking up the Pieces

I'm trying to find back

remnants of confidence

which never really existed.

Sweeping illusions under

a rug of mediocrity,

reflection is a game

I'd rather not play.

Looking backwards leads

to a world

of darkness

sadness

regret.

Buoyed by support

from those who

understand

care

love

I don't mindlessly drift

upon this sea of tears,

but riding waves of

emotion

I learn to let currents

of feelings

guide me

to a safe haven.

Uncertainty in self

clouds my ability

to let people in,

but through

my words

my poems

I offer a glimpse

of my heart,

my soul

my mind.

With each hurt I write,

I step out

of that firing line

which shatters me

I run into your arms

for help

for support

and together we work

at picking up

the pieces.