The picture sits
to near the edge of unknown
with one mistake it tips
off, falling to the
pristine hard wood floor
glass shards fly in all directions,
when everything is still
the girl walks in to see it
lying broken on the floor
her hopes and dreams falling with it.
She silently cleans up the big pieces
putting them in a bag, slicing her
fingers along the way, not feeling
anything. Tired, lost, and dreamless.
But shards still lie on the floor
to remind her what could have been
to remind her she can still put the pieces together
for she has them all, just needs to remember
what the picture was before.