Shattered
they say to put your best foot forward
but both of mine are broken
by these simple yet so silent rules
that still remain unspoken
when the words come out; the voice isn't mine
my cords are twisted up like a big ball of twine
so I choke out, gasps mangled, i limp out, still tangled
still tripping, I fall
with my last ounce of grace I shatter against the wall
In your hands you hold two parts of one single broken bowl
Two halves or just two new, smaller individual wholes?