I have knelt,
Knees to ground
And head bowed
before the fallen.
My decent slow,
And harrowing.
Leaving me
shattered
And no longer whole.  

I have held conviction,
In the faithless.  
Refusing to waiver,
Solidified by belief
In something that could,
And would,
Never be.  

Vigilant and coherent,
I witnessed myself break.
Pieces of me distorted,
Distributed along the floor.
My hands cut on jagged edges,
That I could not,  
And would not,
Be able to piece back together.
I am now,
a mosaic of who I once was.  

My world has ended
On more than one occasion.
Tears creating rivers,
To vast to cross
And so I drowned.
The internal conflict
Of whom I once was,
And who I am now,
coming into vision.
Consuming is the concept
Of whether I should be
proud,
Or ashamed of these things.