September 13, 2004
As wonderful as you are,
this is crushing my confidence.
Self-esteem has been shattered.
The fragments buried deep in the carpet.
Festering frustration cutting the soles of the feet
with the bitter sharp shards.
Vacuum it up and neatly empty into the trash,
to be taken out in the morning.
All forgotten, except those tiny slivers,
that still cut from time to time.
Hidden little slivers,
tucked away from sight.
Remnants of painful longing
Longings for the superficial shell,
To be as beautiful as the mind beneath.
For the carcass to reflect the muse within.