[A Question] A Short Poem

[[Cano]]

A Question

How do you begin to mend the shattered pieces of your life?
How do you begin to fix something that you've so absent-mindedly broken?
How do you begin to search inside yourself, to find if you have the strength to tackle a challenge, whose magnitude is as great as this?
Can you ever fix something that you've broken so completely, that all you figure you can do is cry?
Can you ever find a way to mend those pieces so perfectly, that you'll feel untouchable?
I guess my real question is...
If I try as hard as I can, if I put my heart, body and mind into it, if I begin at something and work my way up, will I ever fix my life?
Is it a guarantee, or yet another risk?
I guess my real question is...
Can you fix...a soul?​

 

[Hakura May]

That's really good. I like the two longer longer lines, nevertheless slightly odd.

Oh, and a simple mistake I caught. In the second to the last line. Is that the new way to spell "really"? ^-^˚˚

This sort of reminds me of a poem I wrote a while ago. It's called "What Is?" The first lines were something like, "What is infinity? What is destiny?"

It pretty much stunk anyway. XP But scratch that. This is a great poem. Good job! ^-^

 

[[Cano]]

Thank you [Tavion]. I dunno why I did that. I guess I inadvertantly pressed 'y' after typing in 'real.' ^.^;; whoops! Thanks for catching that though, and thanks for the comments. Glad you liked it.
[Cano]