Echoes of a Shattered Soul

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I am afraid to lose my mind

so I try not to think too deep.

I try not to reflect on all those

unpublished pieces or all those

half-baked plans.

All the ideas in the drawer,

pondered over and over but

never executed.

On the blend of frustration

and unfulfilled ambition.

I go through pages and pages

of a hopeful someone I no

longer recognize,

but signs my name.

Who are you, I wonder?

Who are you, dear stranger,

peering through the letters,

screening through my soul?

Who am I, I wonder?

As I close yet another page

to be buried in dust.

The dust of a soul who will collapse into stars

to form perhaps, a higher thinking being

of cohesive nature.