Picking up the pieces

Aug 26, 2007 00:02

I walk barefooted
with my crystal heart
proudly displayed

you embraced me
and by accident
you knock my heart
to the floor

it breaks
into many
glittering shards
on the ground

I begin to
kneel to pick
up the pieces

But you call
me forward

I walk through
the glass

Scared by
site of my blood
You push me
away

I stumble
back through
the glass

The cuts
are fresh

I am confused
by pain

I want stop

I wish remove
the shards
from my feet

I need time
to pick up
the pieces

I need time
not to re-open
any wounds

With time
I will heal

chris, poetry, heal

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