As of late I have felt less like a person
And more like the aftermath of a shattered glass
My hearts contents that were once safely contained
Now spread out across the kitchen floor
And into tiny dust ridden cracks that brooms cant reach
My pieces that were once whole and one now longer recognize
The many parts of itself that use to be neighbors
But now have moved across continents
The circular bottom of my glass
Bounced and shattered making a jagged crystal crown
Perfectly shaped for house mice
The mouse king wears it like I use to wear
My heart.
As a symbol of power of knowing that
If all else fails I have this heart, this crown
So when people look at it they will know without a doubt
That I am good and I am deserving.
But now with that piece of my body separate
From my other organs I am not so sure
Now that it lays too far away from my soul
My brain my body
I am not sure that it means anything.
I am broken and the holy hope I have of reconstruction
Is that dust pan in the closet
And as it collects my dangerous shards of organs
I’ll pick up the bigger pieces with my hands
And hope that my blood is thick enough to act as glue
If only a temporary fix.