Shards of the Future


we start life
with our parents planning our futures for us.
we grow up learning to stand and speak for ourselves.
then being told we need to
sit and keep our mouths shut.
we are expected to know what we want
and strive for it.
and stand against obstacles in our way.
we are told to stay strong.
but never taught how.
i find myself stretching,
reaching out with both hands
grasping like a child.
wanting, needing someone to pick me up.
and finding no one.
i find myself wanting to
Slit
My
Wrists
with the shards of what is left of my dream.
the shards i grasp so tightly
they dig into my palms.
i started my life with
endless support
and find
none
when i need it
the most.

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