It

It's been a

Couple days since

It last looked in the

Mirror

It looked again today

And found

No shred

Of comfort near

A lonely

Desolate soul

Keeping hidden the ache

In its heart

Treading day to day

On eggshells

Struggling to do

Its part

Hiding the cracks

In its mask

Antihero of its own

Story

Wondering if the

Climax will come it

Weeps for a moment

Of glory

A song

A voice

Inspiration so far along

A wound

A stitch

Motivation so far gone

Do you have it?

A reason

A method

A way of traveling through

Or does force

Rule the life

Of it,

Of you?