becomes a gemstone, sinking
a mirror breaking
a thousand splintering realities
and I am lost —
forgotten who I ever was,
forgotten how to breathe.
On the weekend I put myself and my little sister in a terrifically dangerous situation and almost killed us both. She's perfectly fine, but I don't think I can ever forgive myself. You can't believe how angry I am that I let something like that happen to her, but mostly I'm just tired and sore and sad. There was one particular moment whilst I was trapped underwater in which I genuinely thought "this is it" for me, and I've been catching myself thinking that it should have been. But eh, anyway.
This is a fantastic poem. Well done!
(And the poem is gorgeous.)
This is a beautiful piece.
I have returned to this poem many times, basking in its beauty and emotion.
The second stanza is intentionally lacking in punctuation for that exact reason, but I will certainly consider some editing.
Your choice of words is amazing, you're splendid