Broken Picture


Torn apart by an ice storm
all who enter be fare warned,
a stifling path cut in the corn,
together we'll find the way.

Your mental labyrinth I travel through,
running blind not sure what to do,
all I want is to find you,
my honest, funny friend. 

Uncertain as to what has caused this divide
I scoured our world far and wide
while waiting for you to finally decide
to trust me.

A year has gone past,
everything broke really fast,
my heart supported by a cast
at last, we are healing.

Will we ever be the same,
as our picture, in the frame
or will our lives become a game
of avoidance?

Whitney

VT

17 years old

More by Whitney

  • Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns
  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 
  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.