Shattered Me

Shattered me on the floor.

I know we have been here before.

Slowly I watch my self fall.

A story kept silent from all.

Scattered pieces glued once before.

I watch the glistening piece’s on the floor.

Carefully kneel to the ground.

Will not all who are lost be found?

Shattered, am I really shattered?

If I fix this, will it really matter?

Slowly reach out, the glass cuts deep.

Red flows like a steady stream.

Scattered messes are confusing.

The burden of fixing broken things.

Careful, porcelain dolls always break.

That doesn’t mean their smile was fake.

Shattered me, I cry for you

As you begin to silently glue.

Slowly, fix the broken you.

once fixed, you will break soon.

-R.D. Jess

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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.

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