Tonight I feel like glass
Not filled with water, not as one whole
But shattered into pieces
Pieces in each corner of a room
I’ve lost touch with the self
With a firm notion of my being
Can’t comprehend the possibility
Of feeling so pulled apart
Tonight I remarked to my friend
My frequent use of the words “step by step”
Yet applying it to my own self-hood
Seems as far as the clouds
I wonder how long it shall last
This constant looking within
But looking with a magnifying glass
Inaccurate in its brokenness…
Tonight I ponder the idea
Of someone somewhere existing
With a complete feeling of wholeness
That goes with them wherever they go
When some days one feels whole
And other days – shattered
Wherein lies consistency?
Therein lies my emotional emergency
Expressions in Poetry 