The shard overlooking my flat
Is a protector who vowed
to keep me starry eyed
As the night got quiet but not too quiet
I was at war at what it should be like.
It didn’t exactly feel safe but it was home
And now I’m not home.
I miss blending in with those who thought I was too tame and shy,
Striding through the traffic like a butterfly
On edge but excited.
Struggling artist, mannequins, rushing, drowning, dying, staying anyway.
It’s what I hungered for and I took it away
All because I’m alone
I didn’t know what to do…
And now villanelle’s bridge, my balcony, keyboard, the man near the sign of hope who looked like a rockstar…
it’s all close by but gone
My shattered shard in bits.