Shattered ((a poem))

My life is an ocean,
endless and daunting.
It's still, yet in motion,
and staring back... taunting.
Do I dive in?
Should I risk not knowing?
Sink or swim,
the future never showing.
Not clearly, at least.

My life is cloudy,
a storm raining down on only me.
The world surrounding,
obstructing view so I cannot see.
Shall I fight past the rain?
Tear through what I may be unable to face?
Is it better to risk the pain,
or play it safe, yet bask in shame?
Another unclear part of my shady life.

My world is cold.
Faces pass me, full of hate.
Nobody remembers things of old,
but I've heard, "It's never too late!".
Does that apply to all?
Perhaps to none.
Only to those who reach for help, as they fall?
Maybe only ones who plead when they're already done.
The world is cruel.

My world is shattered.
I am broken, more each day.
My dreams lie on teh ground, tattered.
I'm sick of living this way!
Ice forms on my cracked heart,
though the sun shines, I don't see that it could melt.
Faces of loved ones watch as I fall apart,
unkowingly contributing to the shredding of my fragile pelt.
I have no defenses.

by kelsi lynelle.