mY iDEntiTY LiES sHATTEred
bROken gLASS that OnCE wAs sAnD
onCE theRe wAS puRposE
noW i SIT with foldED hanDs
the INNer voICEs quARReL
i liSTEn to neitHER oNe
fOR i finD mYselF tROUbled
aLONE undER the sUN
mAker? i MADE mySELF
destRoYER? i DEStroyeD the saME
fOR, if ThIS is wHat i wAITEd
it aPPEars thAT liFE's a GaME
hOLD me nOT to cOURAge
fOR yOU wiLL sooN sUCCUMb
tO whISPERs of THE faLLEn
aND a hEART thaT becoMeS NUMB
Drawing by Amber Stanford
Poem by Jason Sinner