Shatter

It dulls the ache,
admitting it was
my fault of pride
that led me to
this dead-end alley,
a wrong turn
many have taken before,
and if not forewarned,
many will take long after
I've left this place.

So I pick up the shards
of a shattered dream,
caring little for the cuts
they leave, consequences of
my own mistake,
and tell myself,
"The dream hasn't died;
It's only broken",

and I begin again.