This is the first poem I ever wrote. It is called The Gaping Hole
My life is crashing down around me
Fragments of what I once knew piled at my feet
Unrecognizable
Looking up, a great gaping hole
Only visible to me
I feel there is nothing left to do
So I sit
Sit and cry and scream at that hole way up high
More fragments crash down
Disturbed by the noise
Falling into my open mouth
Opening the hole even more
While my screams are cut off
More fragments coming down in a frenzy
Immobilizing me beneath them
Unable to move or make a sound, I sit
Sit and wait
Wait until someone notices that everything isn’t all right
Everything isn’t whole and good as it appears to be
Who will be my savior?
Who will save me from this mess I am engulfed in?
Who will be the one to put back together the pieces?
The pieces that belong inside
The gaping hole high above me
Who will make this dust recognizable again
As a life worth living?
It cannot be me, pinned down beneath it all
Will it be you?
Or am I destined to rot and mesh together with the ashes of a broken life
A life that will be forgotten forever more.
