Looking At Glass
by Jasmyne Painter
I woke up feeling broken
I feel shattered
Like there are a thousand tiny pieces on the ground and Im just standing here with no idea how to put them back together
Im afraid
Afraid of picking up even one little shard for fear of cutting myself and opening another wound
Im just here looking
I want to move
I want to fix it but Im frozen
I cant stop looking
Maybe I must accept that the pieces wont go back together just the way they were
Maybe Im accepting just beneath my looking
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