shattered

I thought I handled it really well, 

but I was wrong!

I lost my mind and my spark

while I bled in silence

shattered in private

but I wore that smile

and it lied so much better

than any mask could.

eventually, I stood

dusted myself off and dried my soul

put what leveled me in a hole

buried it, not too deep, so 

as not to forget;

but for a reminder 

of the tough lesson 

that I learned 

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License