My Globe

You didnt just shake the snowglobe of my life

You didnt just start a blizzard

     in my world

     in my mind

     in my heart

You flung it to shatter into millions of pieces

     on the floor

     at my feet

Shards of glass, mixed

     with water

     fake snow

     painted faces on tiny figures

Shattered everywhere

All over me

     all over the floor

       all over the walls

         all over my world

Leaving it a mess

     leaving me a mess

Now I grieve..'

     I grieve for what I was

     I grieve for what IT was

     or what I perceived it to be

In my globe all was pretty

In my globe all was calm & quiet

In my globe all was safe

In my globe it was a little bit cold......,

     sometimes

Now its in pieces on the floor

     with no chance of repair

What do I do without my globe

What do I do with all the pieces

The pieces of my security

The pieces of my safety

The pieces I will never be able to find

The pieces that will never fit together

     again

No matter how much time

No matter how much skill

No matter how much glue

It will never be whole again

Only the scattered mess I see all over the floor

How could you do such a thing

Why would you do such a thing

In the heat of the moment you sentenced me

     to an eternity of this

All shattered & scattered as though I was nothing & 

     meant nothing to begin with

Nothing of beauty

Nothing of value or worth

A mess.....

     unidentifiable to all but me

     because no one else

     ever saw it whole

Now its just a pile

     swept into a dustpan

     emptied into the trash

Now that there is no globe

     is there a me

Yes, but not the same one

That one went out

     with my globe

     into the trash

You know, sometimes it was

     a little cold

     in my globe

     but.....

Its so much colder out here!!