Once There Was a Me

I sit back and look at the shards that were once me,
A few minutes back I tore myself to pieces,
And bit by bit I let each burn to ashes,
Now the handful of ashes stare back smilingly..fondly perhaps!
I carve me out of you then,
Untouched, Unbroken, Unattached...
Now I do not cry, but keep wondering how to smile?
Now I do not hope, but I have forgotten what it was to dream too
Now I do not hate myself, but have lost my ability to love as well

So now I gather the ashes and let them flow into the colorless seas,
never to find me and never to be found again.

-Monica