Loud as a Whisper

fragments in my mind
these shards will cut me
each piece a different picture
one choice can have such an impact
who’s to decide which is right
reflections or distortions
i’m not sure what i see
each shows a new direction
some brightly lit, some lost in darkness
decisions that transport me from here to there
this is what i fear
shadows of futures
shadows of a man
this fractured geometry doesn’t go down well
my compass isn’t pointing in any direction
just drafting circles
wheels of motion
driving towards nothing
a cog in the machine
that limits endless possibilities
through the abundance of choice
my beautiful mirror is broken
-P. Cunningham, May 2011