Prelude to a Book Unwritten
Pieces of Me
On worn and tattered pages
Ink stained and torn
Living memories and emotions
Small pieces of me
Odd, abstract thoughts
Flutter in and out of consciousness
Tears in the darkness
Rage in cold delight
In the silence of white noise
Bitter acceptance
As I begin the walk alone
A small voice cries in defiance
Yellowed pages boxed up
Old friends wrapped in ribbon
Gently closed and set aside
And I gather up the pieces of me
Pages of virginal white
Wait for ink to stain
Calm beauty comes forth
Wrapped in angels wings
Old memories sigh
Accepting their dismissal
They know that they were only
A prelude to a book unwritten
- June 2002