Pirate Patty Reviews

I came to you broken
A million jagged pieces
asking you to give me back what I was.

Raging against the storm
the rain stinging my face
I demand this

Give me back my self
I need to know myself
I need to see myself

I beg, I plead, I cajole
but there is only the wind and the rain
the wildness of the storm

It is the same storm
that lives inside of my soul
It is the same storm that has ripped out my heart
and left me in this broken, empty state

I am angry, beyond angry
I don’t want to be here anymore,
I don’t want to do this
although I am not even sure what this is

By dawn, the storm and I  have both exhausted our fury
The sky is clearing and I am left in a heap
on the wet grass
Spent, empty, cleansed

As I open my eyes I see one tiny shard
Sparkling on the ground
Written on it is the word Peace

I pick it up and smile
Nothing is what I thought
Nothing is in my control
I can only collect the tiny pieces of my soul
one at a time and put myself back together

Today would have been my father’s birthday. I wrote this after a week of over 100 degree heat and finally a storm blew in. I’ve put myself back together again, but the pieces will never be the same. One day I shall see you in Valhalla and we will drink and dance and tell stories again.

xx P