The broken, yet hearted, reach out after
Falling and knocking others off the shelf,
An avalanche of agony, landed parts glued
Around aching pulse, displayed for another’s
Trophy case, dying to smash the glass—break!
Knew the niche, invited in, they laughed
Or left, the cliché fate—then decades slid.
Until living dreams within nightmare, trying
For fear of dying without—then accolade hid.
Not wanting to be here, forced to lean on
With others, or for others, their reflection, a
Quill made duster of ignoring knick-knack, to
Bolster exploring bric-a-brac, for sticking back.