Shrapnel and Shards.
she walked through the shattered shards,
she walked through the shattered shards,
fingers trailing, dripping red into crystal rivers,
feeling her way, picking through the shrapnel,
following the flow of the truth and light
holding pieces close to her heart,
throwing more to the winds pulling her apart
watching the splinters fly free,
releasing the pain, freeing her limbs
she turned the corner
thinking of the future damming the crystal flow
pulling the pieces from her heart
sifting the shards, grouping and discarding.
Love the mosaiciking of the broken pieces to make a way forward, held together with 'crystal glue'. Beautiful words that stir quite a scene and evoke strong feelings.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely fab. I love this, the words are so well put together :).
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