Life In Pieces
I.
Paradise
My
life was full
Crammed and spammed and jammed
Full
of stuff and puff
Beyond enough
There were people to meet
Faces to greet
Hands to shake
Deals to make
No
time to take a break
From
the busyness of it all
The
deadlines and budgets
The
headlines and fudge-its
And
that’s not even counting
The
mounting expectations
And
ladder climbing
To
great destinations
Until the day
It
all gave way
II. Disquiet
A
trumpeting horn of plenty
But
gently
The
cracks appeared
And
what I feared
Came
creeping
Seeping
Through the floors, the doors
And
every gap in my crowded days
A
shrouded haze of discontent
Malevolent
In
silent ways
Sowing seeds of destruction
Growing weeds of corruption
Like
the gnawing rust of years
And
the clawing dust in gears
Like
trickling sand
That’s how it began
III. Descent
Then
in a flash it crashed
And
I was dashed
On
rocks of shame
My
ego smashed
By
waves of blame
Nothing would ever be the same
I
clutched at straws
And
heard them snap
I
ran through doors
Into
a trap
A
maze of dead-end rescue plans
A
band of thieves and rival clans
I
fled
I
bled
And
every thread I grabbed
Unravelled only more
Of
what my life had been before
IV. Disintegration
Shattered and splattered
And
scattered to the winds
Of
indifference
Amazed, I gazed around and saw
Shards of love
Unspoken
Now
broken
Stunned and numbed, I kicked
A
fragment of work
Once
polished
Now
demolished
I
did not have the heart
To
start
To
pick them up
Those pieces of me
Torn
apart
So I
just let them be
V. Despair
Weary
Dreary
Eerie
With
shadows shifting, demons drifting
Yelling in my head:
I
should be dead!
What’s the point? Just look around
Not
a sound
Not
a soul
None
to console
No
goal
No
get-up-and-go
No
flow
On
life’s stage, this page
Is
stained and torn
Time
to get out of town
Time
to bring my curtain down
VI. Desperation
My
hand and the gun were one
My
finger, the trigger
The
barrel seemed bigger
From
close up
Everything else was far away
All
the things I’d done
The
battles won
The
hollow acclaim
The
pride in my name
My
faraway life with my faraway wife
These were things from a distant land
And
a living past
Now
fading fast
Now,
close to hand
A
squeeze on the gun
Then
the sun
Broke through
VII. Redemption
It
needed to be, for me to see
What
life is worth
What
can give birth through me
If I
open up to a greater force
That
invisible source
That
fires the heart and inspires the mind
That
quickens the spirit
And
whispers ‘just do it!’
I’ve
started again
Rebuilding my bridges
With
paintbrush and pen
With
family and friends
It’s
more about people, less about reasons
Less
about busy, more about seasons
Less
about doing, more about knowing
My
life is full
But
not overflowing
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