Tangled

Tangled

I am the shattered glass

The broken outline of a forgotten past

Jagged pieces slashing holes

In each of my starring roles.


I’m not a melody to be played

But I’ll sing the chorus, stand in the parade

Held together by thin stitches

My wails of sorrow drowned out by ascending pitches


A marionette dangling on the stage

Desperately holding on through this turbulent rage

Who would pick up my parts?

Reassemble a broken heart?


Gave my soul away

To a man I thought would stay

So I untangle the mess

And free myself from the abscess


Made into a new day

Scattered sunbeams to light the way

Broken pieces gilded in gold

To form a window to the unknown road

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