Fractured Echoes
A journey through guilt’s tangled garden
Do you feel the weight of broken glass in your chest
I carry shards of my own making
each step a crunch of memory
each breath a wince
I wonder if the mirror knows
the lies it reflects in the morning light
sunlight that cuts like a thief’s blade
leaving shadows on my soul
I have swallowed the stones of regret
they tumble in my stomach
dragging me down to the river’s edge
where secrets murmur against the current
I have tried to wash my hands clean
but the stain seeps into the skin
like ink spilled on a letter never sent
words unsaid festering in silence
The door I closed behind me
echoes with what-ifs and could-have-been
its hinges creak like old bones
reminding me of paths not taken
Guilt is a chain made of fragile things
a necklace of cracked porcelain
each piece is a story of failure
each link a bond I cannot break
I am the gardener of my sorrow
tending to weeds that choke the flowers
pruning branches of remorse
waiting for a spring that never comes
So I walk with my burden
a quiet shadow in the daylight
seeking forgiveness in the rustling leaves
hoping the wind will carry away
the weight of broken glass in my chest
