Shards

Always back up your data.  Always. Always. Always.  I was taught better than what I had been practising.  Thank God I had at some point managed to back up most of my website writing documents onto my external hard drive.  There would have been a lot inaccessible until I'd managed to mount my other HD into this particular computer.  So, now that I'm breathing a little easier....and because it's Monday Morning and I'm 2 bodies short of awake children....a cheat.  This one is a song - with no music....as is usual

SHARDS

Running on the edge of a razor blade
wondering which side Is the bed I made
Don't look forwards, don't look back
thoughts in-turned to keep on track
Dancing on the edge of razor wire
one side hell and one side fire
Can't move to the back nor to the for
When did we begin this war.

Sitting still I often wonder
sit so still and linger longer
on memories and all the times
I felt the need to apologise
For things I did and didn't do,
for things I thought and hoped were true
Like watching shapes within the clouds
but all they were, were crying clowns.

Standing on the shards of broken glass
Being brave and being crass
Breaking up inside myself
I put myself back on the shelf.
Stepping on the tips of rusty nails
I thought I looked beyond the pale
found myself locked within its gates
It's gone to far it's far too late.

Blowing wishes in the air
Watch them float without a care
To become a weed in someone's life
Create a mess of grief and strife
Wishing that the grass was green
This side of the fence it seems
Pandora's box is opened wide
And all but hope is left inside

Running on the edge of a razor blade
wondering which side Is the bed I made
Don't look forwards, don't look back
thoughts in-turned to keep on track
Standing on the shards of broken glass
Being brave and being crass
Breaking up inside myself
I put myself back on the shelf.
Stepping on the tips of rusty nails
I thought I looked beyond the pale
found myself locked within it's gates
It's gone to far it's far too late.
Dancing on the edge of razor wire
one side hell and one side fire
Can't move to the back nor to the for
When did we begin this war.

Cats cradle with a spiders web
Stuck by fear inside my head
In case of fire please break the glass
All good things they will come to pass
Til that time it's barbed wire fences
Idle thoughts and idle dances
watching through a mirror so dark
reflecting what is inside my heart

Running on the edge of a razor blade
wondering which side Is the bed I made
Don't look forwards, don't look back
thoughts in-turned to keep on track
Dancing on the edge of razor wire
one side hell and one side fire
Can't move to the back nor to the for
When did we begin this war.

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