Every one of these is a piece of my soul,
a horcrux of positive feelings and creation.
I slave, toil over them;
polishing the emotions
into a mirror of our warped reality.
My rose coloured glasses skewing the view
that your cloud of darkness creates,
two contrasting filters observing the
same events.
Again and again I create works
of art, of heart, of horror
felt and expressed in an attempt
to convey the messages of belief
and love.
You shattered my being, and now
I put bits of it on the page
for you to scoff at.