The intensity with which we shatter
Those what’s-left-of-us shards that cut you deep
Brokenness and jagged edges
When prices paid with pieces feels too steep
Only two things cause our own destruction
We’re broken from without or from within
The damage goes beyond reconstruction
We can’t build what we built before again
Cracked into piles of debris on the floor
The remnants of escaped emotion’s cage
Whose seething burn couldn’t take it anymore
Disposing of it disrespects its rage
We’re broken so that something is released
Those shards remind us what we have to do
To put them back is just what matters least
But don’t cut yourself making something new. .... © Jennifer L DeLong 2/20/20
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
The intensity with which we shatter
Those what’s-left-of-us shards that cut you deep
Brokenness and jagged edges
When prices paid with pieces feels too steep
Only two things cause our own destruction
We’re broken from without or from within
The damage goes beyond reconstruction
We can’t build what we built before again
Cracked into piles of debris on the floor
The remnants of escaped emotion’s cage
Whose seething burn couldn’t take it anymore
Disposing of it disrespects its rage
We’re broken so that something is released
Those shards remind us what we have to do
To put them back is just what matters least
But don’t cut yourself making something new. .... © Jennifer L DeLong 2/20/20
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