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