SHATTERED PIECES

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Have you ever felt it?
That pain in your heart?
That pressure in your head?
That uncertain feeling?

Well, we live among people.
Humans. Us. Men. Women.
We all mean well. 

People will shake your hand.

People will smile at you.

People will talk to you.

But, then I start thinking…..
I don’t believe people mean to be mean,
I don’t believe people mean to be rude,
I don’t believe people mean to hurt you.

But hurt happens.
People will be people.
Humans will be humans.

All People at the beginning,
always mean well.

You take their word.
You believe them.
You trust them.

That’s when everything SHATTERS!
SHATTERS INTO TINY PIECES,
SHATTERS INTO THIN AIR,
SHATTERS INTO NOTHINGNESS!

It’s as if you just dropped your favorite drinking glass. 
That glass you bought at that one vintage store. 
You know, the one everyone wants. 
The one with Leah and Chubacka on it. 
It’s your prized possession. 
You do not let ANYONE drink out of it. 
NOT EVEN YOUR LOVER! 
Well, it’s as if it was a hot sweaty day, like today.
Your palms are sweaty.
You pick up your glass for a drink of water. 
And BAM, there in slow motion, it falls to the ground. 
It SHATTERS into teeny, tiny pieces. 

You don’t know what to do.
You don’t know what to think.
You stand there in shock!

You take a step back,
not because you’ll step on the teeny, tiny pieces of glass,
not because if you take a step, you’ll cut your foot and bleed like crazy,
BUT, you take a step back because it hurts.
Your heart hurts
Your chest hurts,
Your head hurts,
Your eyes hurt.

My Leah and Chubaka glass has been SHATTERED!!

I HAVE TO CLEAN UP.
I HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

I get my broom and begin to sweep UP,
I pick up each and every SHATTERED piece,
I lay each SHATTERED piece onto my bare hand,
Piece by piece,
until my hands are full,
Full of broken pieces.

Then I take a step,
A step under the night sky where the moon lives.
I say good-bye because my glass is broken.

My mouth curls up as if I am about to blow bubbles for a sweet child,
I blow onto my palm where my broken pieces lie.
I blow up to the sky,
where the moon and stars reside.
I blow all the broken pieces into the dark, starry night.

I release them up to nothingness,
I release them where they will diminish,
I release them where all the pain will be forgotten,
I release them where they shall float away,
I release them where my shattered pieces shall stay.

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