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 I’m just standing here with no idea how to put them back together

I’m afraid

Afraid of picking up even one little shard for fear of cutting myself and opening another wound

I’m just here looking

I want to move

I want to fix it but I’m frozen

I can’t stop looking

Maybe I must accept that the pieces won’t go back together just the way they were

Maybe I’m accepting just beneath my looking



a black line


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