Torn To Pieces
I’ve been torn to pieces
Hidden in a silent alcove
I lost my integrity
The integrity which made me shine like a star
Now that I’m not anymore a shining star
I’m a fragment of myself
A piece whose beauty is lost
Once a tiny part of a beautiful artwork
Which is sinking in a vast ocean of despair
The despair of the uncertainty
Powerless to escape from this misery
I disappear into my fantasy
Where I can refuge
Like a beautiful and graceful butterfly
Running from a cruel reality
Which is like an obscure fortress
Where a labyrinth traps everything
A mysterious maze made of isolation and silence
An imperceptible and invisible fortress
A fortification that dwells inside the soul
A snare made of fears and prejudices
AÂ lure built on grief and prostration
I’ve been torn to pieces
Sad hallucinations find a new stance
In the disruption of the unconsciousness
The time ceases to exist
Futile fears find their realm
A kingdom of rags and scraps
The pieces of my soul
Like the fragments of a shattered shining mirror
Whose several remnants shine in the moonlight.
Esther Racah
