Cold and Broken

Somewhere, the truth of me

Became the story of me,

I know not when I gave in

To the hurt and pain within,

Cold and broken, my heart lay 

In shards of crystal glass on display

To all who would peer inside,

Mocking my stupid pride.

Can my heart be mended?

Or will I be left untended

To drown in this sea of tears

Wasting away in all my fears?

Yet, here you stand offering respite

From the wasteland so desolate.

I grasp your hand so tight,

Pull me away from this night.

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response to a poetry prompt from #FieryVerse)