you are shattered pieces of glass
a mirror I can't put back together
I want to hold you and just let you mourn
because voices don't suffice
you want to throw yourself at walls
and wake up in the tomorrow of
five years from now
but there is no fast forward button
on this cliche movie "Life"
was I naive to think you could never hurt?
yet you flee from my medicines
the things I think I want
you want to be fixed the right way
even though its a gradual painful movement
from haziness
to clarity
and I give you a red badge of courage
for not making yourself bleed
even as catharsis exudes from every pore
and I toast to you
for not drawing near to substances
as you watch from a window
and I hold you dear
for not hating me in all of this
while we're spending time trying to fend off
the "advice" that they so freely offer

does the angel lose her voice as she is
drowning in her contemplation?