Broken Soul

"Why so shattered and torn?" they asked.

I didn`t answer. Couldn`t answer.
My mind was not one to open itself,
and explain its motives.
I did what I did.
Only wishing time grew younger,
and not pass by.

My tears were there,
just never let themselves be known.
I was a walking statue,
face blank, others never knowing where I was.

A broken soul?
Just a dead one.

Could it really be possible for me to keep walking?
I didn`t know.

"Why are you like this?!" they persisted.

They didn`t leave me alone.
Like big white owls, wings puffing,
always hovering over me.

What was I?
A shattered ghost?
Merely a reflection in the broken mirror.
What could I do?

Just listen.

Why?
Because they were right.
I knew I wasn`t well.
My missing pieces were lost.
I needed to mend these wounds, and
light up this dark before I was engulfed.
Egulfed by demons.

They wanted to eat me.
Eat me alive and,
strip away any living breath of air I had.

True, now I have the will to say,
I was broken.
A broken soul.

I`ve learned to accept what I was.
The consequences were not helpful.
Heart turned to stone,
Eyes bled dry,
But I stood up and took a step,
And the sun seemed so much closer then.