Grains Of Solace Poem by Aaron Lynn

If only my shyness was broken,
And sent with a wrath to its grave.
If only the words that I've spoken
Were welcomed with more than false praise.

If only the blood in my veins
Wasn't chilling with feelings of doubt.
If only the peace in my brain
Was less a disaster of drought.

If only the hope in my heart
Was sustained and then finally felt.
If only the gods that you've offered
Hadn't mocked as I faithfully knelt.

The laughter that booms at my back,
Stirring up the wildfire inside.
Through years of consistent damage,
I've lost every drop of past pride.

And that pride, gravely miniscule at best,
Peace and hope proudly followed it too.
Now the emptiness that rips at my chest
Inspires these lines I've imbued.

The protection of my weakest organ
Fell beyond that which I understand.
While these imaginary grains of solace
Collapse out of my broken hands.