I Have Turned My Glee To Thee, Broken. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

I have turned my glee to thee, broken,
In shards of dreams, my heart is unspoken,
Traces of laughter lost in the night,
Yet seeking solace in the pale moonlight.

A dosser of hopes once vivid, now faded,
In the arras of loss, my soul is braided,
A melody of joy that once played is now stilled,
Yet in the whims of silence strength is distilled.

Like autumn leaves, my smiles gently fall,
Yet within the cracks, resilience calls,
In these shattered pieces, I find my way,
In the brokenness, a fierce light holds sway.

For I have turned my glee to thee, broken,
But within the fractions, my strength awakened,
In the mosaic of scars, I find my grace,
And in the brokenness, I find my place.

Jethro Kisakye Mark.