Shattered Crystal

A Poem by Shelbia

With bone dry eyes she studies

The shattered crystal at her feet

Seeing each tiny fragment

As a lost day in her wasted life.

She never meant to be here,

Expected implosion rather than explosion,

But sometimes things don't go as planned

and tripping through broken glass

is all there is.

A broom she thinks,

But sweeping would be symbolic

and she cannot--

Will not be erased

Falling to her knees,

She bloodies her fingers

in an attempt to place the pieces

but her dreams are too badly broken

and glue only blends with the tears

She doesn't know she's cried.