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
Shattered Me
Renewed Dream 