In fragments these questions arise
Shard’s when touched soon vanish
What is beauty compared to grief?
Why is joy in league with sorrow?
In darkness lives the promise of light
When put to rest; the past we banish
For you alone I am still, here in shards
In this sliver; time is all we can borrow
Splinters of another sanity creep in
Held at bay, never trusting to show
Stoic.
