I break.
I shatter.
Only one piece undamaged enough to be of any use.
The rest, swept up into the box.   But shards,
They still cut, still betray.  still hide and still find.  
But don’t open the box. 
Those pieces will never fit again. 
The whole will never be whole.
All that is left must be protected, must not shatter again, for eventually we will only be left with shards,
And the empty space they used to feel.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ccchanel41
    Oct 26, 2014 @ 22:59:34

    I hope you are OK…good thoughts ❤

    Liked by 1 person


  2. tfoz
    Nov 01, 2014 @ 04:48:12

    This is really beautiful. I love the images of the mirror and all its pieces.

    Liked by 1 person


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