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.
Shards
26 Oct 2014 3 Comments
Oct 26, 2014 @ 22:59:34
I hope you are OK…good thoughts ❤
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Oct 26, 2014 @ 23:34:29
I’m doing ok. Marathoning TV and movies to occupy my brain! Too much change going on in life right now to do much else 🙂 thanks ❤
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Nov 01, 2014 @ 04:48:12
This is really beautiful. I love the images of the mirror and all its pieces.
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