Speak not of sorrow

Speak not of sorrow for I have spoken enough
I have mourned enough for a life devoid of love
For a childhood lost to forgotten suffering
For a mind that was broken and may never be mended
though I wish for it so much.
My life before is lost and she who lived it gone
Decades etched on the smiling face of strangers,
people who I was and people I was not
Now I build a single me from scattered remnants.
Broken shards of a mirror I could never see,
but it is not enough and it may never be,
though I strive for it so much.
Within my head is a reservoir of tears
collected and stored over many, many years
and sometimes I swim in it, the salt stinging my eyes.
But I will not speak of sorrow for I have spoken enough.