Broken

Shattered glass.
Dried blood across the floor.

Silence.

Lost in the dark, fragile, labored breath.
Light. Can remember the light.
Warmth too.
There was warmth once.

Deep sigh.
There’s life still.
And maybe, just maybe, some hope to be found beyond that cold, dark ocean of despair.

If only there was some strength left. For just one more step.
But need to get up first.

Up is scary. Up implies falling back down.