Why

One wrong word is spoken
The mirror broken
Shatters to ground
With everything I know
Everything I thought I’d found

No going back
No way to mend
No way to make it
Whole again

I gaze into the mirror
Cracks across my face
Broken Memories
Shadows fade away

I gather up the pieces
To throw them all away
Bittersweet sting
My bleeding hands
The scars are here to stay

I turn and cry “why me”
Who am I talking to?
Do I expect an explanation?
Some purpose to be found?

Without God there is no purpose
Without purpose there’s no God
It’s the scars in life that teach us
Father, help me understand

-David Starnes