Shattered Light

shattered
ice, mirrors, glass, hopes, dreams,
who you want to be,
limited by the person you once were
where you want to go
held captive by chains of choices made
feelings full of anxiety
meditated on for far too long
stemmed from measuring, comparing, and obsessing
where is the light?
the one they say is always at the end of the tunnel,
the one that motivates, pulls, and inspires
travelers of this east,
clothed in desperation
to carry on,
to drag their packs,
and lift one dusted foot after another
Yes where is the light?
perhaps it too is shattered,
shattered and scattered,
waiting for its remnants to be pieced back together,
mended with a prayer,
a firm resolution to love.