This is a poem I think I wrote in 2009, I have troubles remembering why I wrote it. Knowing myself I was probably going through one of my depressed periods. They come and go all the time. In any case I still kind of like it, it has a ring of truth to it I think.
I tread on pieces of broken dreams
They cut me like pieces of broken glass
Every cut leaves a mark
in my soul and in my heart
Through all the cuts and bruises
at least you stuck around
Now help me put together all the shattered pieces
I have found
I used to have more faith in me
but faith seems to be in short supply these days
will you have faith in me,
and see what I no longer see.
by: Anita K. Olsen Stoebakk
Anita, the literary pirate.