My myths have been exploded

Into shards of glass

Some have impaled my heart

With their truth

Some are crushed into dust

I gather fragments of imaginary facts

Maybes, never weres and might have beens

Which can be reconstituted

Into possibilities

Foreshadowing myths yet to be

Remembering future frailties



David Trudel   ©   2013



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