My Vase

Tears in my eyes.
Broken on the ground my vase lies;
and it held many things
dear to me.

I'll never piece it back together.
The shards are small and they're all scattered.
All it's wonders are shattered.

How beautiful it was!
Constructed in my darkest hours;
and filled with painstakingly concocted tales
Of places I've never been-
songs I've never sung-
battles I haven't won-
Of a life I haven't lived.

And without my flagon of lies,
who am I?
And now that everyone can see,
what must they think of me?

I close my eyes.
I breathe deep.
I had to break it.
I had to.
In my world of lies
the time has come for truth.